The first time I met him, that afternoon, the sun slanted on the bed where he was lying, the late autumn wind blew the curtains, and the only sound in this world was the sound of falling leaves.
I never knew that such a young boy, as clean as glass, could be so elegant.
Where would she be if she hadn't met him!
He had never smiled at her, but she burned his eyes with her rainbow smile.
If your heart was dead for the first twenty-three years, then please let me be your heart, so that in the next thirty-three, forty-three, and fifty-three years, you can use this beating heart to love others, love me, okay?