The gap of ten years, his heart is a vigorous torrent; and his heart is already a stagnant pool of old age.
At that time, he didn't love him, and he didn't love him either.
The shocking glance outside the nightclub made the two of them entangled ever since.
He just stood in the feasting smoke and proudly said to him: "Be with me."
He smiled: "You are too young, kid."
"I, I am old enough." He retorted, pulling hold his hand.
"You don't regret it." He still smiled so lightly.
Just like this one night, can no longer fall. he thinks.
It's a page like this, as a memorial for adults. he thinks.
However, there are some emotions that have never been seen before.
Maybe love is not long-lasting, maybe love is not love at first sight, but love is just, love, and then keep this mood forever.
He has worried about his youth; he has worried about his countless audiences.
But so what?
Time flies, I still love you, okay?
Love, not just passing by.
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