There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
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Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
"I trust you so much, why do you do this to me?"
"You once said you only love me, so why did you break your promise?"
Young love is ignorant and vigorous, and the origin and destiny cannot be controlled by anyone.
There are too many misunderstandings and coincidences. I don't know when we can let go of the grudges in our hearts and start a new life. Or maybe this will eventually become a barb that pricks deeply into each other's hearts. It hurts every time I think about you.
How many decades do we have?
If it were you, then I would rather it be you
When we meet again ten years later, you and I are no longer the same teenagers we were then, but will our hearts continue to beat for each other?
In the first half of my life, I have experienced extreme suffering and extreme luck. Maybe that is enough.
The author hasn't decided whether he or be yet~