If you hadn't walked into my life, I wouldn't have discovered that I liked boys. If we had never been separated, I wouldn't have discovered that you left me so many memories. Thank you for appearing in my youth. Will tomorrow be better? Youth is like a small hotel on the road, where we revel wildly, but when the train passes by and time passes, is there anything to pay tribute to? --Except for memories? So when youth is still young, why don't we raise a glass to get him drunk together!
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