The throbbing of youth is a clear dream called the past, and the lingering tenderness is hidden in the eyes that frequently look back.
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There were thousands of stars in his eyes, and time seemed to have stopped for the three seconds he met his eyes.
If meeting each other is a miracle of probability, then I think I should be lucky
Originates from summer, origin ends from summer
"Gu Yang, I won't be a coward next time"
Intention: Love is the sacredness of looking from afar