I think of many things, of our meeting, when you suddenly looked up and smiled at me while eating, the smell of your coat, your eyebrows, the corners of your eyes, the soft smell of your hair, the way you stuck out your tongue when I asked you not to bite your fingers, when I went to hold your hand, and saw your shy face in the dim light... The memories are so beautiful, why should I add bitterness and make them mature?
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