The clock is ticking, not stopping for anyone.
Each of us, as small as dust, lives our own life and experiences our own joys and sorrows in this big and empty city.
It doesn't matter whether it is sour, sweet, bitter or salty. What matters is that we are still alive and we still have love.
Sometimes I recall that time, sigh, and feel sentimental. Even so, the past is gone and will not come back again.
We met one winter solstice and fell in love with each other one winter solstice, but in the end we couldn't escape the ending of breaking up.
Only five months.
For everyone, it may be unforgettable.
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