My favorite fairy tale, even its name is beautiful. I imagine that one day he will say to me: I would like to become the angel you love in the fairy tale, spread my hands, and turn into wings to protect you...
After waiting for a long time, after waiting for spring, the flowers faded; after waiting for summer, the leaves withered; after waiting for autumn, the snow fell; after waiting for winter, spring came again. In the end, I still did not wait for you, a belated word of love.
Fairy tales are lies after all...
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