If I could do it again, I would never meet you.
Because of you, I began to hate autumn. I hate the autumn sunshine. Why do you avoid me again and again? I really can't see through you. I have loved you with all my strength, I can't hold you.
"Who am I in your eyes?" The girl's voice gradually trembled, "I really don't understand what you like about me. I want talent but not talent, and looks but not looks. Can you stop pestering me?" The boy's impatient tone completely shattered the girl's hope.
I once hoped that you could look back at me. I thought that as long as you work hard, you will look back. But I was wrong. I forgot that if love doesn't come through hard work, how many prodigal sons can look back?
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