good. I think I'm in love with you, but I haven't grown up yet, and you've left. I am also reluctant to part, but I have not retained. You and I deserve a better life. It's love. Everyone in this world is lonely, a few are lonely, and a few are deserted. So when I play the cello, and when I turn the pages of the book, loneliness is a light fish in the deep sea. So someone reached out to us, someone smiled at us. We closed our eyes and opened them again. The man was still there, so he leaned his head on her shoulder, and took the initiative to hold her hand. Those companions have become ray of sunshine. But you will eventually leave. Love is just a tiny part of our lives. We all have our own lives, our own pursuits, and our own dreams. Love never gets in the way of progress. I think I'm in love with you, but I won't keep you. After you left, it rained heavily in my heart. But I do know that after the rain comes another sunny day.
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