When I first met you, the sun was shining high and the sky was thousands of miles away. How could you be so sweet when you were smiling and singing?
When I meet you again, the autumn mood is still strong, the moonlight is rising in the sky, your long hair is braided, and you are high-spirited.
I raised my eyebrows, feeling confused.
On Peony Street, in this flower pavilion, I uttered a word, with a sour heart, may I love you as I have for many years.
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First person (don't enter if you don't like it)
Concept: The secret love history of God