Talking to oneself
This is just a story, a story that has been in my heart for a long time. Maybe it's not real, but there are shadows of you, me and her in it. In fact, life is composed of true and false, false and true, just like a story, but we are the ones who write and tell the stories.
I would like to write this article to commemorate the past six years and the people who have appeared in my life or are about to leave in those six years. I really like the lyrics in Henry Cheung's "Over the Clouds and Rain": Spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many people will leave, spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many people will stay, it's just a passing cloud and rain. I hope he is the right person for you, and wish you eternal happiness.
This is my first time writing an article, no matter how good or bad it is, just for entertainment.
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