I always thought that as long as you work hard, everything you want will come true.
But I forgot that you were never in the trajectory of my life.
Sorry. Please forgive me for being selfish. I am afraid that childish love is not mature enough and I will make you mature in my writing.
Forgive me, I have never dared to say your name, because I was afraid that there would be a stain like mine in your life.
What role do you play in my life?
What about me?
Once all the memories are put together, they are like a movie tape, with ups and downs, making people nostalgic.
Just like the sentence "Do you have any regrets?" I want to answer, I have no regrets at this moment.
If time is like a river that never stops, then I would like to be that scavenger and write down something with my pen.
Glad I still remember.
"Blue" blue, sad, that is you, too
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