Hibiscus blossoms cherish the fleeting time, and people change with each passing year.
Youth is a city, full of weeds, and those peeling walls are like the promises we once made easily. Finally it fell into the air, unable to be found or invisible. Only words outline the desolate youth over and over again, recording those memories called the past. That period of love was once unforgettable.
"Mo Qianqian, I don't owe you anything anymore before we did. I killed your Duomi, but I gave you my heart as compensation."
"Qianqian, can you love me once?"
"Qianqian, you torture me like this just because I love you. Have you ever thought about how much love a man can let you squander?"
"Mo, Qian, Qian, you win..."
There is nothing wrong with love itself, it's just that we love in the wrong way and even take many detours.
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