Tell me, are we not a couple if we haven't held hands?
Tell me, is it not love without a kiss?
When the spring breeze blows the kapok to your cheeks, are you sad or crying when you stand under the tree?
Infatuation destined to be fruitless is left to the mercy of fate, drifting with the tide like a small boat.
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It's just a true story, a story that is close to me. Both the hero and heroine have gone far away. Several years later, when we stay together at the place where we spent time together, I sometimes feel how I feel in my heart. If life is just like the first time we met, it's just that we were at a loss at that time.