Does anyone know whether our world will change in that distant future and beyond now? Is everything between you and me like the falling flowers flowing along the water and the years passing by quietly, slowly passing away and gradually fading out of sight?
When we met, he was at that end and I was at this end. What separated us was a long avenue and indelible fallen leaves.
When we met again, he appeared in front of me, touched my head, smiled and said lightly: "You are like a continuous rain, entering my heart little by little."
But you know, once you have loved, you can never forget it, even if time is far apart.
What I love is your ordinaryness and pride.
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This article is about a campus, where the male protagonist and the female protagonist lead an ordinary life. Slightly warm and slightly tortured.