Birth and death, takeoff and fall, growth and aging, twins of the same lineage, complementary to each other, the boundaries between each other are ambiguous, one step back leads to life, and one step forward leads to death.
Every thing is a walking point, with different trajectories drawn behind it, either straight, curved, or just a point spinning in place. We can only move forward, not look back. The traces drawn intersect with each other to form bonds.
Then, sail to your own place of life.
In essence, the domineering president fell in love with me, two teenagers playing house on campus, a silly and sweet fake one-way love story
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