Once, I thought that the person I loved would always love...
Once upon a time, I thought that good friends would never be separated...
Once upon a time, in the blink of an eye, it became a distant term...
The agarwood flowers in the wind have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
When we had to recite poems that we couldn't understand at the time for exams many years ago and suffered from headaches, we never thought about what our future would be like.
When we read this poem again many years later, we realized that things have changed and people have changed. What a vicious word it was.
When those of us who were once frivolous and unruly children and thought we had a lot of time to squander were pushed to the tail of youth by time, where did those years that flowed away from us go? Those relatives and friends who have left us, where have they gone now? Memories that I once thought would never be forgotten are now fragments of time.
In the past, when I felt like I hadn't heard from someone for a long time, I felt very anxious, trying every possible means to find them back, and then let them disappear from the track of my life again, but since when did I stop looking for them? Those people are ultimately the scenery passing by in their lives, and in the end, they are just a fleeting firework in their lives.
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