In summer, you and I sit by the window. The ginkgo trees outside the window are dazzlingly green in this season, and the sunlight shines on them, as if they are coated with a layer of golden light. At that time, I felt that you were more dazzling and more brilliant than the greenery outside the window.
It's the little sun that appears in life for no reason
It's a pity that I am not the person favored by the sun. I can accept it.
Until someone told me
I'll tell you something after the final exam, don't be angry.
It turns out that the mountain I encountered was a cliff.
Yeah? Yeah?
Purpose: None of us should be masters of love, okay?