Copywriting: We don't know how to end the wounds handed down by our youth.
The smile that raised at the corner of his mouth broke as soon as it bloomed.
Our smiles and promises were all fixed in the summer when we parted ways that year, and were polished by time and faded into black and white photos over the years.
In the end.
Who remembers whom.
Who forgot whom.
It seems like nothing matters anymore.
We once again carry our own luggage, face time, and turn our backs to you. We can only stride forward without looking back.
Remember you, in my distant memories, you are the tears that have not yet shed from the corners of my eyes.
Forget you, in my quiet thoughts, I am the wound in your heart that will never heal.
Ahem, this is a copy I wrote before. It's quite pretentious, so just make do with it. In fact, it is a story about family hatred and emotional entanglement between an amnesiac woman and a cynical and infatuated man.
This is an old article, the pen name is not the current one, and it has never been published on JJ, so don't say I plagiarized it. The reason for reposting is that I will write a follow-up story, and the outline is almost ready. Because I have to be busy writing "Peerless", I will write slowly after sending out the manuscript. If you are anxious to read it, please send me an update. It will depend on my status when the time comes. I actually love this story very much.
The ancient saying of thirteen