Truth is, our meeting was a mistake from the very start.
But in the end, it planted a seed, bloomed into a flower, and was eventually crushed into the earth, returning to the soil.
I don't want to keep crying for you, because you once told me to live well.
I'll always remember you with a smile. Haier, please believe me.
Let those painful memories sink into the soil of spring, where they can wait to bloom again in the next season.
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When I read this article, I actually didn't cry until the end. But I feel very sad when I read this article. Every time I think about this article, I want to cry. QAQ