Why do I, who have always been so cool and carefree, fall in love with such an unspectacular and schizophrenic guy?
When we met for the first time, she was a shy and good student wearing glasses; when we met for the second time, she was a dazzling fairy in the dazzling lights of the dance floor; when we met for the third time, she stared with eyes red from crying, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.
I finally fell in love with her. I endured all her willfulness, madness, joys and sorrows, but in the end, she was still not mine.
When you are wandering, do you often think of me or her?
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