"Did you know that there is a flower in the world that will produce your favorite chicken roll?"
"Suddenly I really don't want to grow up, because then I can be with you forever."
"Don't cry, little one. If you cry, you won't be pretty."
"Don't worry, I won't leave."
"Do you like the birthday present I gave you?"
"Do you know, little one, that our deceased relatives will turn into stars to watch over us."
"Yi Mo, parting is just for the next time we meet. Believe me, we will definitely meet again."
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Never, and only now do I understand that growing up will only drive us apart.
The youthful days when I was lazing in a tree, the fairy tales that lingered when my ponytail was swaying have long gone.
When I ran barefoot across the beach, my footprints had long been dried by the sea breeze; when I closed my eyes, the promises we made together had already been blown away by the wind.
The tears that had been suppressed for countless days surged out and broke into the softest place in my heart.
I believe there is a chicken taco flower in the world.
I believe that our deceased relatives will become stars to watch over us.
I believe you are my strong support.
I believe you are the most beautiful tenderness in the world.
I believe we will meet again.