"The people I care about are not around." The girl once said.
Can time really work miracles? I should ask myself this question.
So the story happened.
It's really time, there really is an unforgivable miracle.
There is no turbulent lake water, and a quiet hut is built on the water. Lakeside cottage. The doorway on the shore is an exquisite mailbox.
The harmony in space conceals the distortion in time.
Really abandoned all physical desires, it is really the most perfect spiritual love. A boy two years ago falls in love with a girl two years later. The imprint of the nib is the closest contact that crosses any forgivable line.
So, are you willing to believe it? A lover from two years ago, a figure who was obviously by his side but hadn't noticed. It was a dream, in this cabin, the most beautiful miracle happened. With a warm heart, I watch time pass by my side.
The interval of one second can change the turbulence of two seasons, and the delivery of a letter can be intertwined into a strange flower in the two rings of trees.
There really is such a beautiful love, I believe it.
The boy hung up the white shirt he had just washed by the house, and said to a puppy named Coke, "Coke, you know, washing clothes can heal the pain." The white curly Coke stuck out his tongue, like a It looks like you don't understand.
What are you looking for, time? Well, don't look for it, it's in my palm. Two years of years, quietly continued two millimeters in the shallow palm lines.
So, I have never seen you.
The boy has black pupils, black and white eyes, and a warm smile. The good smell of washing powder wafted in the wind, permeating this lakeside hut.
After crossing the lifeline of two years, you and I are so close that we seem to be within reach, but so far that there is no limit to distance.
You are a dream two years ago, and I am a soul two years later.
A boy two years ago fell in love with a girl two years later, just like the Arabian Nights that he often watched as a child.
However, if one day, it happens, what should we do. So close, yet so far.
Time sometimes fails to heal wounds and creates more painful wounds. In two years, an invisible wound was torn out.
Am I just a stranger in your eyes, just a meaningless stranger.
I believe I have seen you. At a certain moment two years ago, a certain moment without realizing it.
It turned out to be true.
Two years ago today, the girl met the boy. The first and last side. Across a layer of wide shop glass. It turns out that there is still a distance, it turns out that it was a mistake for us to meet, and it turns out that being able to communicate is God’s best reward.
I burst into tears.
Now you, in some corner of heaven.
The girl remembered how those black and white eyes stared at her. The white shirt was full of blood-red lotus flowers, which were alluring and dazzling.
There is a fresh smell of washing powder in the air, so familiar, so unfamiliar.
Just like the distance between you and me. So close, so far.
That boy should be him. A lover I have never met.
Today, two years later, I feel belated sadness.
The warped time gradually flattened out. The cleaners swept the snow off the street twice, the leaves fell in the same spot twice, and the owners of the lake house changed.
The girl opened the still delicate mailbox and put in a letter sent back to the past. A boy came up and took a familiar envelope from his pocket.
"Who are you?" The girl looked blank.
"Would you like to hear a strange story from me?" said the boy with a smile.
The folds of time have healed those hidden wounds. God used time to play a little joke on us and created the most beautiful miracle.
PS: I wrote my own film review three years ago. It does seem silly now, but I wrote it with tears at the time. I think the emotion is sincere, and that's enough. The emotion about time is commemorated with a time span.
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