In love, only accepted love can be called true "love", otherwise it is just wishful thinking and unrequited love. Some people and some people are destined to be together; some people and some people are destined to miss each other. Even if they use all kinds of means, it seems to be foreplay for passing by. So it's okay to try your best. Exiting in a timely and graceful manner may be the best ending to the good things that once were. Love in the world is determined by fate, and love is determined by man. Is man determined to defeat nature, or is fate unchangeable? Everything is only changing quietly. It turns out that our story has already begun. (Sweet article of honey, spread the dog food until you have no friends!)
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