Autumn, the season of longing. That autumn, when I met you, a small warm memory came and went with me through 15 autumns. When we meet again, although there is a familiar feeling, we are already strangers to each other, and we are no longer the children we used to be. Fortunately, fate comes and goes, but our protective hearts are still there. No matter how long it takes, please remember: knowing you is the greatest happiness in my life, and I love you.
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