"Pseudo" literary and lyrical version:
This is a so-called entangled and entangled history of love and affection between two generations, one woman and two men.
Mr. Xu, I strive to talk less about love and more romance, yes, emphasize punctuation, plant more trees and have fewer babies, build roads diligently and strive for a well-off life~~~~!
This is my first time writing an article, I hope you readers will be satisfied~! Your encouragement is the driving force for me to move forward~!
"Fake" simple white version:
it's you,
Breaking into my world at the most brilliant age,
Destroy my illusions on the warmest afternoon,
Clean up my mess at the most embarrassing moment
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it's you,
Wipe away my tears in the darkest season,
Recast my happiness in the most frustrated evening,
Reveal my scars in the most beautiful moment
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Love has been promised, vows have been made, hearts have been left behind, love has been paid... But, love is small but not worth life;
I have shed tears, cursed and resented, complained of sorrow, sighed and hated... Sorrow, deep fate is not as shallow as love;
Although I could not grow old together with my son,
But I was lucky enough to join hands with my son
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It's a pity it's not you,
Stay with me until the end,
We once walked together but lost the intersection;
Thank you for that,
Take my hand,
It can also warm my chest
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