Midsummer night sky, twinkling stars
The brilliance of the stars spreads into your sleep
Slipping on a certain page in my memory...
He is a gentle knight who carefully protects the princess
He is the handsome and arrogant iceberg prince in the dark night
One is as quiet and gentle as a piano
One is a rock-and-roll scorching boil
The wheel of fate squeaks
The ripples are also scattered by the wind like fragments of stars
Time is the magician's hand
Make parallel lines both intersect and separate...
Until my thoughts turn into a line and divide the world into two sides
Holding the hands at both ends of the longing line, but not letting go...
PS: This article is a love fairy tale in a gorgeous city, with warmth and entanglement coexisting.
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