Thinking of that afternoon, the air was calm and quiet, leisurely and warmly illuminated by the sun, reflecting a continuous and beautiful scene.
I only feel that the years are colorful and leave only lingering fragrance.
But it was such an ordinary and warm afternoon that clicked in my mind, painted in gentle and beautiful colors.
No matter how many good years there are, they will only end with your smile.
Say 'like' and say 'goodbye'.
Time flies, don't say you can look back when you are young.
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