I like you. You're like the first snowfall of winter, the first patch of green when early spring turns warm. You're the wind and the moon, the light and the shadow, the boy sleeping in the passage of time on the other shore.
Hello, I'm Da Yi: well-read and considerate, with my words and actions in harmony.
The distant mountains are steeped in the fragrance of flowers. I can't forget your face.
Who hasn't had a secret crush they couldn't let go of? I want to dedicate this story to the person I used to be. From here on, please take good care of yourself.
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