In early winter when I was 20 years old, I met a girl.
She is as gentle as summer, as bright as the sun, like a star falling in the world.
She is irreplaceable and simply too beautiful.
Yes, I love her, I love her more than anyone else.
But unfortunately, I am just a dying person. When true love comes, I start to be afraid that she will fall in love with me.
I can only keep escaping, rejecting, and letting us be destined to be together.
My dear girl, the love of my life, forgive me for my duplicity, forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Our story is not suitable for an ending.
I am destined to rot in the years, but you are supposed to shine brightly.
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