Our story has no sequel and no ending. It is as calm as a windless lake, as if there has never been a ripple. But I know that all the waves are quietly turbulent under the lake. I don't expect that there will be another boy in this world who cares about whether I cry or not. Once in my life is enough. I just hope that he will find a girl who is worthy of being by her side when she is sad and crying.
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