That day,
The evening breeze blew the girl's hair,
It also touched the young man's heart,
The tips of the young man's ears were slightly red,
he realized,
What is valuable is not the gift in your hand,
It's the love hidden deep in my heart
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"Do you still like me?"
In dream,
The girl said nothing and looked at him silently.
He wiped away his tears,
Looking back,
The girl walked further and further away from him...
Intention: None
