In the softest corner of the heart, there must have been our sweet and long-lasting imagination and memory. The past is long and cannot be erased no matter how long time passes.
When this love began, it must have been silent, but when the quiet sadness slowly rippled out when the two reunited, all we felt was a gentle pain.
Will we still stand in the same place and wait faithfully for our lover to come back? Will we light up all the lights along the road just to keep a promise that can never be fulfilled? Do we still have that kind of love in our hearts that we can still yearn for persistently and firmly after abandoning our hypocritical pretense and confusion?
Let's not be together anymore. But that doesn't mean I don't love you.
After all, feelings have no place to settle. Dandelions take root in the wind and are destined to have nowhere to go.
But those memories are still there. They swell up like a tide and cover the eyes in silence.
The snow in winter, the premature spring, and the separated autumn are all gifts.
But the warmth is still there.
I give you all my love.
So, thank you.
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