Don't Think About It

Two completely different souls are like two lines that never intersect. The gears of fate rotate and the trajectories change. They intersect briefly and then separate again. After the reunion, they collided with a brilliant brilliance. The water flows slowly. Human fireworks. The first heartbeat in adolescence is ignorant, young, passionate and unaware of it. The two of them carefully tested each other, both sending goodwill signals to each other. The helplessness of mutual accommodation turned into sweetness and laughter. The scars were cut open but healed by one person. Maybe they don't know their own feelings, and they treat each other warmly and unreservedly. The time they spent walking side by side was a sign of trust, a tacit understanding, and a steady flow of love and pampering. Confession was swirling on his lips, but he just couldn't say it out, for fear that it would be a dream gone through the mirror. In a corner where no one knows, love grows like flesh and branches like crazy, turning into a towering tree. The young man's heart beat vigorously, but he showed it carefully. You are my mountains and hills, filling my barren heart. You gave me the courage to cross mountains and seas, and I gave you the tenderness that penetrates the years in return. I have thought about the cp names for the two of them, they are called hills. In four words, they are mountains, rivers and hills. We also welcome everyone to brainstorm ideas and give me CP names for my Digouzi daughters. Intention: Reunion after a long absence