I can't remember how many times I've read it. "Love Letter" is a complex of mine. This time, because of one person, I want to write this text.
Young people like it, too pure. Maybe it's because you and I have the same name and are coaxed by classmates and work together on duty. As soon as I looked up, I happened to see you by the window looking down and reading a book, and you just caught a glimpse of the bangs on my forehead that were ruffled by the wind. It's because the wind was so gentle that day, the light was covered with filters, and when you hit my eyes, you also lived in my heart. It is also because it is so clear and beautiful that I am careful and treat it like a treasure. I can only hide it in the book card and become the secret of time. I can only deliberately delay the time to stay with you for a longer time. I can only ask you to return the book without saying anything. These, you know?
Looking back on all the heartbeats in the years and the moon, you still come out on top.
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