When we were young, we were too simple, with small touches, fleeting memories, some fallen and some sweet campus past.
Continuing this thing is too short for us to support it.
Flower season rainy season
Just a touch of twilight
Like love but not love
I just want no regrets in the future
Meeting is fate
Parting is hurt
Even if we meet each other and we don't know each other, I will still be with you and my heart will be at a loss
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