Even though we knew that parting was so close, we still used madness to pay tribute as always. Spending time endlessly, spreading smiles in every corner of time, trying to disrupt the footsteps of farewell in this hustle and bustle, but every step of it is so decisive and irresistible.
This is a story that happened in midsummer. It may be cliché, but it is true.
This story has no twists and turns, no complicated characters, no romantic imagination, no colorful pictures, but only the reality of youth.
I describe such a love and narrate such a story just to commemorate the youth that has returned to peace since then.
In fact, the truest appearance of fate should be like this. What lasts long must be divided. Although cliché, it is irresistibly true.
Remember, this is just a story.
Only dedicated to those lonely people who have gone through the most splendid years of their lives in the most publicized years, and then use silence to commemorate the no longer noisy years in the future.
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