I just like his naughty smile, with two small pear dimples at the corners of his cracked mouth. That will never change, his true temperament.
I just like to observe his open round face, curved eyebrows, and medium-sized eyes that seem to see everything all day long. That will never change, his true expression.
Strange, familiar, familiar, and then turned around, strange, strange, strange. Even if you meet him, he won't stop. He has an indifferent expression like a stranger. In that case, it would be better not to meet.
Nothing will ever go back to the time when we were young. Even if time flies by, the watching and expectation in my heart will not be taken away by the whirlpool of memory.
Like, know, like, secretly love, sad, exaggerated.
After we have experienced so many setbacks, I'm sorry to say goodbye. But now I finally discovered that strangers don't actually need to say goodbye. Missing, it's been a dream for many years. See you no more, my love will never change.