Every time I think about it, I can only smile wryly and say that day was a nightmare.
Then a girl walked into the nightmare, the girl I least expected to appear in this nightmare. So the story was rewritten.
Then I stood still and watched her leave my world. I can only wait stupidly, thinking that maybe one day she will come back.
I know that my soul has been rotten and corrupted, and the only thing left is waiting.
But young love is indeed too dazzling fireworks, and eventually returns to nothingness. Even memory is nothing.
Only this feeling still exists eternally. They stung each other sharply.
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