Obviously boring, but very happy and playful. On a bright summer day, the cicadas chirped constantly.
The unbearable urge, repressed again and again, just don't want to lose you. The long winter is missing you, by the casement, on the road, every second. The world around him is more like that distant country, and he is clearly in the middle, but he is like a spectator at the top of the world, clearly and vaguely leaving a boundary between the heart and the surrounding, like a dormant spore. .
And then, smiling and pounced, like a childhood movement that couldn't help over and over again. But he was completely empty, leaving only a coat of clothes and fur.
After reading the beginning, I expected the ending, but the tears were still dry.
Both being called hypocritical and boring.
My heart is indeed made of glass. If I get angry, it's only a temporary excitement; if I take it lightly, it's already shattered. No matter how you change your mouth to make up for it, the words that were stabbed are hard to swallow.
After all, is there a need for an encounter that can't stay together for a long time?
If this is not necessary, then there is no reason to exist without the slightest good romance.
Pure, unreserved, clean, unique, and will not be divided into other people's connections.
Although it is hard to find, this is only a lifelong pursuit, and it will not be changed in this life.
Where in the world is the person who can make me love with all my heart and life?
I don't believe in the existence of this man anymore.
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