It was the first morning of summer, and the air was still filled with the fragrance of unfinished spring and the memories of the beginning of summer. You were still on my left side at that time, and you could hold my hand through the four seasons and walk towards the unknown world...
I want to say that love is a flower. When I was very young, my mother asked me what love was. I answered like this. At that time, I just thought that flowers are beautiful, love is beautiful, and I like beautiful things.
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