[When we were young, our words did not convey what we meant, but when we grow up, we do not mean what we say. The real parting is not the Peach Blossom Spring or the ancient road of Changting. It is just that on the same sunny morning, some people stay in yesterday forever.
The sudden glimpse when I was young made me think it would last forever, but in the end I realized that we had parted ways.
The sentence "I love you" has not ended yet.
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A short story, written as you like.
Intention: When I really fell in love with you, I realized that even pain is like soaking in a honey pot
