I haven’t written for a long time to record the details of my life. Today’s rise, I left behind these few words, leaving a shadow for my gentle and tortuous feelings. Sweet as me, still smirking at the air, kissing at the photo. Memories not much, Miss many. The deposit is reserved, but the court is scattered, crazy for love. How many promises sprouted today and died tomorrow, so there is no need for promises. Emotion is just a kind of nature. Just like flowers bloom and fade, I understand. The stories he told were full of joy and sadness, which rendered the atmosphere of loving him. I just listened casually, and I was inevitably infected. A few days ago, I wrote a silly sentence that engraved your emotions in my heart, slowly grinding them into my feelings. Now I think it’s really silly. You are you, I am me, why imitate you? It has always been my most romantic, beautiful and profound encounter.

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