Everyone has had a youthful time, and there is always someone there during that time. No matter how generous I am, I still blush when I see him; no matter how much I love him, I am still a little embarrassed to say those words; even if I see him being intimate with other girls, my heart hurts like a knife, but I still deceive myself into thinking that they are just ordinary friends. That kind of feeling is called secret love, which is both sweet and bitter. Sometimes people can't tell whether it is bitter or sweet. It's just that time flies by, and that youthful time has also been brought into the yellowed memory by the wheel of time. When I mention it, I smile lightly and realize that I was so childish before...
The picture is very beautiful.
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