I thought that after I got one wonderful word after another, a little made a lot, and I would always be able to accumulate enough tunes, which was very romantic.
That day, I suddenly realized that the romance I had been thinking about was actually a memory that I had ruthlessly torn away, and I couldn't help but ask for it again.
What would his expression be like if he knew I was living clumsily like this? Beating the chest and stamping the feet, heartbroken.
I smiled silently and bitterly: In the moment of youthful beauty, the golden cup I held was only half filled with the spring breeze, and I would rest after getting drunk.
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