I hold on until your hatred begins to spread infinitely,
Only half of the tears that should be shed have been shed.
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——My love grows quietly in the dark corners, desolate like the withered reeds in the swamp.
——Besides you, I have nothing.
As the frost flowers wither, will the deep love eventually be buried?
——I seem to still be able to smell the wet rain on your body that day I met you.
The dust is flying, and the breeze carries a wisp of floral fragrance.
Then you came slowly and stretched out your hand to me.
Depressed girl VS warm teacher,
An unrequited love whose whereabouts are unknown.
