Love is poured out, but nothing can be harvested.
This is all fate.
You love me, I love you.
I expressed my feelings in a small note and put it in the Schnauzer pencil case. However, you just looked at the dog from a distance and thought of me in your heart, but missed the heart I put in the dog's belly.
You left me and tortured me, and God only knows what I should do. The story of infatuation has come to an end, how can I find the innocent me again?
Looking back fifteen hundred times in the past gave us one fate in this life, but in the end we were destined but not destined.
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