Regarding youth, the feelings behind a small experience are often turbulent. Not all "pre-starts" will become "beginnings", and not all "pre-ends" will become endings. Some stories have no so-called plot at all, and some stories have no so-called ending at all. This is not a story, this is a "dumb love". Because it is silent, it can only be expressed in words, because Hopeless, I want to crave attention before being buried. The reader I want to invite the most is the one who can't reach out to him the most, so I can only silently choose to give it to you and me who have never met in the form of a "drift bottle". It may be boring, naive, unreasonable, or vulgar, but I still want to build a space for it, and maybe only I can silently appreciate it independently...
No matter how proud you are, you can only build a rigid iron door to block your courage in front of him, and approach slowly with a humble attitude. Because you are afraid, you don't dare to speed up coolly, and because you understand, you can only adopt the method you think is best. As if hanging on the other side of autumn, you can only feel the quiet beauty of the death of autumn leaves, and glimpse the cold winter that cannot be ignored...
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