My life could have been called perfect, but the moment you appeared in the hallway, I knew it would become different, sweet and rugged? After experiencing life, I finally understood that the previous definition of perfection was too broad. If you had not appeared, I would be like a vulgar woman, living in a world pretending to be beautiful.
Teacher, I never called you that. After a long time, we all forgot. If we don't remember it, why should others remember it?
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