I love fireworks so much, I love her silent and blooming splendor in the night sky, I love her so much that that moment is the eternity of my life.
So I say, only when it is in full bloom, its beauty will bloom, and when it withers, there will be no regrets.
This is a passage I once wrote when I was in college. Now, as a still young person, I walk hurriedly in this city that is no longer very young every day. The frivolity of my youth has long gone with the wind. What is left?
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He loves her on one side, and he loves her on the other. Is it fate or a choice?
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