After a long time, I asked him: "Why did you choose me?" I was chosen to listen to his silent melancholy.
"Because, only you understand my melancholy." His voice was leisurely, scattered in the air at the seaside.
"Your name should be melancholy." I turned around, looked into his eyes, and said.
I saw him smile. From the beginning, I didn't pay attention to whether he was as handsome as others told me, because I was already attracted by his melancholy. At this moment, I still don't want to take a closer look at whether he is handsome, because what he has is actually just a layer of melancholy.
"Take me home." I said.
I had no regrets from the beginning. From the first meeting, the second meeting, to leaving, I never regretted any of my choices. Spring comes and autumn goes, who knows what the next drizzling night will be like. And without a beginning, there is no need to worry about the end.
There is a person living in my heart, his name is melancholy.
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