The first time I met him was in an arrogant and arrogant summer.
The young man's alienated eyes and imperceptible heartbeat can only be heard by listening to the wanton surge of youth, which carries her entire clumsy youth.
It's another year when the cicadas are chirping, and the gardenias on the courtyard wall are covered with branches. When I am secretly in love, the flowers are rising and falling in the wind.
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Take this article.
To you, to the sincere us, to the never-ending youth.
Intention: Love is always an afterthought
