The most beautiful lake is your eyes/The ripples caused by the wind are the threads that pull me/When I watch you silently/Please don't let me see/Your similarly/lonely eyes
The person you met at the age of sixteen is the person you thought you would be with forever, the person you loved at the age of sixteen was the person you thought you loved the most. As we get older, all the greenery and perseverance have turned into the pebbles on the riverside, washed and washed. It's not that waiting is the most painful, but that you know that it is the sunny day that you can't wait for, and the first happiness, but you still stick to the city in your heart, thinking that the story is not over yet.
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