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She met a boy. I gambled my youth for seven years and watched him transform from a boy to a man. Classroom, dessert house, guitar, alley entrance, fireflies, wind chimes, travel... Many beautiful keywords have his participation. "I'm sorry. I don't seem to be as perfect as you imagined." "No, what I like is not your perfection." "What's that?" "It's your slow pace and leaning umbrella for me in the rainstorm. Or the brown sugar water you put on my table on time every month, and your shoulders that are willing to carry all difficulties with me. I never thought you were an excellent person, but I always felt that you were the right person." Life is like this, full of flavors. #Gentle and strong girl vs handsome two-faced guitarist# A love and hatred of lyrics and music score.