I like this poem in it, I like the characters in it, the woman in colorful clothes and the graceful young man under the curtain of bamboo. I still like the helpless sadness between them, but I also stubbornly believe that it is in that simple dialogue that we understand love like first love. I believe you So let me tell you, I am the person you miss the most. If you like him, confess to him while there is still time. If you like him, don't wait until it's too late to say it. Everything will eventually be buried in the longing you haven't said yet. Time doesn't wait for you, and neither does life.
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