A short story about remembering my youthful years
It turned out to be completed in one day of hard work in the computer room of the university.
Sleeping in my computer for 3 years
On a whim, I took it out to dry in the sun.
My loving heart has long been washed away by the torrent of time.
In memory
Young face under the tree
Has gradually become blurred in sighs
You and I, finally holding someone else's hand, drifted apart
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