Inseparable from longing, we cannot go back to the past. Love is still in the past. Our hearts are buried in tears. We have been left behind in the next century...
In the last century, when we met again, we were still in love;
In this century, the next encounter started with "hate", maybe because of those words said at that time.
Gradually she remembered a century ago, but he only remembered a century later...
If it is destined to be like that encounter and end like that, then I really don't want to reach that century again: he said and still arrived...
I think that if I forget, it will bring relief; I think that since I can't love until the end, I just don't love at all; I think that it is better to love in pain than to hate in reality, I think...
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