The young man stood under the apricot tree, and the apricot blossoms fell. The young man's outline gradually became clearer, his eyebrows were smiling, and the books were scattered. The young man bent down to pick up and hand them to me, but I was at a loss...
The sour apricots on that apricot tree are delicious. Maybe the situation has changed. The sour apricots are so sour... Just like my sour secret love.
Secret love turns out to be so sour, but that boy made me intoxicated and unable to extricate myself.
Happy birthday, what a pity, your happiness is not mine...
How many secret loves have been cultivated into fruition, which makes me so envious. I don't have the energy to persist in liking you.
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