Countless summers with the chirping of cicadas, cicadas chirping outside the window, the sound of hip-hop constantly passing by my ears, flowers blooming on stranger roads, and branches flying.
It seems like every pair of childhood sweethearts is like this.
He dotes on her and she loves him.
In the age called youth, draw the most beautiful arc.
A cup of milk tea, two straws, and a day goes by.
Two people were reading a novel, and she was absent-mindedly obsessed with his profile.
A city, a fountain, they walked through the water, showing the most innocent smiles.
He once said that she would be his only one.
He did it, but he had to pay so much.
Those past times, along with the memories, have been rolled over by the passing years, and the heart-stopping warmth of the past can no longer be found.
When you left, I held the copy of "Angels Will Love You for Me" and cried heartbrokenly.
When you came back, you made me feel so strange.
Sorry, I don't love you.
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This article was published in Hongxiu and is not original in Jinjiang = =|