Day and night, black and white, are constantly changing in the long life;
Light and shadow, life and death, two ends that never intersect on the scale of love;
You and me, flowers and leaves, parallel lines that never intersect in life.
Childhood is like early apricots, green and slightly bitter with sweetness;
The ups and downs of life are just for the pursuit of that so-called unforgettable love;
In the end, looking back, it turned out to be just two parallel straight lines.
This is a tragic article. It is destined to be a tragic article from the beginning. There is a gap between him and her that can never be crossed, a red thread that cannot be pulled... Fate is so cruel, it gave them hope and then shattered it. Looking at the auditorium in front of him, holding other people's hands that were no more beautiful than flowers, I could only smile and say to them: "I wish you happiness."
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