Maybe the best love I can think of is to watch each other a little bit of transformation, but still not lose the original appearance, and then we stand side by side and look at this world that is neither beautiful nor ugly.
disappeared bit by bit, without returning to this simple city again. Without knowing it, I no longer meet or know each other when I leave alone. In this quiet city where we live, we experience a vigorous life together, and walk together on the road of literary creation. In the days of literary creation, the sincerity and emotion that we have paid together, the road we have traveled together, and the wonderful work of a lifetime for ourselves.
Time is in hand, I am in this school. But I will still remember the day of the appointment.
The acquaintance at that time, but it made me stand in the deepest part of literature, looking at each other's eyes.
At this time, I really want to know how each other feels.
Or once thousands of miles away, I saw a couple of lovers again, met for the first time, and always said on the phone "You are one of my dreams, and you are my only one in school".
Time flies quickly. Many beautiful things and the most beautiful memories have passed away, but there are always good memories. I will always remember you, and I will always remember you!
I used to live in this world. I often think about it, is there a feeling of melancholy, after the favor is forgotten, it will still be missed? Always unknown, everything is just passing by.
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