He raised his hands with a myriad of thoughts, while he lowered his head and smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes.
When I look back, I smile with joy, and when I face you, my heart dances.
They avoid each other when they meet, and dodge left and right when they look at each other.
Falling ginkgo leaves pave the road in golden color, and I want to hold your hand and walk in this winter when love blows with the wind.
Maybe I hate you but love still prevails.
New author, hope you can be more tolerant
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