Who still remembers that year under the persimmon tree, we stubbornly said we would be together forever? Who said that as long as you believe, miracles will happen no matter what.
Love is just a mirror in your eyes, I will still give you love in return. In the end, I hurt myself, but you were no longer by my side.
No one feels sorry for anyone, and no one cares about anyone. Everyone loves themselves. The reason why I am hurt is because I am a bitch and will always think of you. I'm sorry, our love is just a trace of the paper airplane flying by in childhood.
There is a time limit for joking. After childhood, why bother insisting that you are pure?