When we were young, there were always stories about how stupid we were, and there were always people to accompany us when we were stupid. As time goes by, their figures gradually become blurred. We may not be able to remember their names, or even their faces... But, at that time, I was always the most innocent and flawless. I just liked them without hiding it.
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Little touches rain down one after another. Little awkwardness makes people feel hurt. Little people don't know how to kiss.
There is a person living in my heart from now on. We used to look small
I'm looking for the person in that story. You are the indispensable part.
A small hand holds a small person, guarding a small eternity
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