We are all so insignificant and ordinary
Ordinary life, ordinary growth
Until one day I found that I had grown up
Should I choose the love of my parents, the endless love, or the love of my lover, the painful sweetness?
The sticky swamp in memory, the elongated figure under the street lamp, the clouds coiling in the sky, we look up at the bright sunshine, and the torrent of youth rushes past our heads.
You said no one can be together forever
Then let's be together for eternity
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New Pit: Paper Drunk Gold Fan
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= =What a tragedy, I decided not to watch it. I actually like the writing style, but it's a pity.
= =What a tragedy, I decided not to watch it. I actually like the writing style, but it's a pity.