The first time I saw her was in a bookstore, and I caught a glimpse of her accidentally. The bookstore is a very unique bookstore. I passed by it one time and just wanted to go in and have a sit. Later, it was a must-go place every week.
The second time I saw her, I didn't feel like her. But I don't care. When I arrive at a place, I will always meet some people. It doesn't matter.
The third time I saw her was also in that bookstore. I was just surprised that someone could sit in the same place all day.
The fourth time I saw her was at the beach, in a park here. Soon this will be my park. How could there be
Someone who is separated from the troubles of the world? It was so quiet, it felt like it was gone in the blink of an eye.
The fifth time I saw her. . . . . . Is it an accident, a coincidence, or do I care? This feeling does not exist in this world.
It's mine, I will definitely get it. From childhood to adulthood, I have worked hard for what I want. Nothing is destined by nature, as long as I recognize it, it is mine.
Don't run away, don't be afraid, don't deny, you care about me too. . .