How I wish I’d met you when I was at my most beautiful. But I never realized that by the moment we met, time had already slipped away. The only thing that never changes is the turning of the seasons, and you and I from that time can never return. I’ve forgotten whether a fine drizzle fell from the sky back then. Only the mottled shadows of the paulownia trees remain, softly singing that off-key song. The sound of bicycle wheels grew clear, able to pierce through time and space.
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A touch of sadness, my first love, I tried so hard to hold it in my hands. But maybe it's because they are too young, or because time has passed too much, We missed it after all. That sigh, the sadness in my heart, It may make us unable to forget what we have experienced. I am a newbie, and I have always wanted to write a lightly sad story. After a thousand twists and turns, it is never completed. Loulou can go for a walk in my pit if you have nothing to do. Welcome...
Well... I finally finished reading it... With a touch of sadness, I vaguely recalled my youth... The laughter gradually disappears and the sound gradually disappears, but the passion is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
The feelings when I was young were really pure
I want to make friends with you, okay?
I cried when I looked at it and I didn't know what to do. It's really well written. I like it so much.