When the silent boy of that year blossomed into a man as pure as a cedar tree.
When the unique girl of that year turned into a cocoon. When everything seemed to be over, people were leaving in a hurry. The story begins its first chapter in the blooming flowers of the night.
"It's not that I can't forget it, nor that I can't meet someone again. It's just that your smile when you were young was too dazzling, burning my eyes and ruining my life."
"You are so ordinary, you are so unique. Can you let me, like I did back then, find you who was buried in the crowd at a glance?"
"How reluctant you are to let go, it's just that you can't let go. I thought I would always be here, just like you thought. But it turns out that all I need is to be reborn from the ashes."
Shijiu, Shijiu. About time, about memory. Everlasting love.
This article is a bit cruel, but it must be HE campus style
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