I was sorting through my documents recently and found a disk I used to practice typing ten years ago. It was not broken and I could still read it.
What surprised me even more was that there was an article in it, which was a short story I wrote N years ago. Haha, so I decided to put it up to reminisce about our youth and the feeling of "young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully talk about sorrow in order to compose new words"~~
This short story tells a story about a young girl who falls in love with someone she shouldn't love. In the end, the person she has been waiting for is no longer available, and she is left with only lovesickness and melancholy...
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