First love may not always be the first time

First love may not only be the first time. According to this understanding, my first love should be in the second year of high school, yes, now I can calmly admit that I like him, although not very deep, but he is like that bottle of perfume I never know where it went, although I can't see him, but whenever I think of him, there is a fragrance that floats into my heart.
Bread flavor, this flavor is something I can't find even after I have access to the Internet. Someone asked me a few days ago, what kind of flavor is this, and I thought about it and said it was the smell of sunshine.
Yes. The smell of sunshine, she is a feeling, in the summer night, in the evening wind, the warmth that stays on your body after the faint sunset, the light and shadow left on the glass, the light and shadow left on your hair after the wind blows aroma.
Nice sunshine taste.

My high time is not always good, but the years are like an hourglass, filtering out all the unhappiness, and what remains are those memories, true or false, both true and illusory.
I was lying on the edge of the window, secretly looking at his shadow reflected from the glass. The sun shines on the table, warm. He gave me a vague feeling, like coffee, but it was Nescafe's instant coffee, and the aroma was not strong enough. It's smooth but not enough to leave the fragrance on my teeth and cheeks. In fact, I still have the habit of drinking coffee, even though I don't need to be so awake anymore. Every time I pick up the small cup of the two of us, I will think, will he not? I will also remember our little afternoons.
Every time I mention his name, I still get a little excited. I think about it before it pops out of my mouth. It's very crisp and I miss it. In fact, sometimes I think that my poor acting skills must not fool the people around me, but It's okay, as long as we're tacit, thank you for keeping this little secret for me.

Thinking of a passage in the history of Mom and Dad Romance, time will turn us into different people, we experience, we cross, and eventually time will lead us to different places, and finally we become truly different people, I think our connection to the past is simply that we have the same face.

Time will change me, change you, and the bond between us will slowly fade. The best way should be to keep you in memory. Let the grapes ferment into a sweet wine.

That's the biggest joy this movie brought me.

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