A Lost Story

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With the change of time, the seasons, the seasons, the youth of life eroded, everything became old, I was afraid that the past would become a shadow, but the past was as far away from me as the milestones left.
For those who can't see, the past is full of raindrops, and today it is still as beautiful as a flower bed, still in full bloom.
Every moment is so recent that every thought makes my heart skip a beat
The indestructible curse of obsession is that every time I live, I feel satisfied with the breath of air.
The last gift kiss was a whistle for parting, but I fell in love with it.
Didn't you know that sweet kisses are the poison of love that is really hard to forget?
It is not uncommon for a lost story to be revived one day.
The frozen past melts away for a moment when we meet again.
Memories are almost doomed under time
The warmth of love and kisses needs to be revived
A calm, pure smile has taken its place. Pretending to be ignorant of age and maturity is not a lie, it is a necessary cover-up.
They greet each other with words and greetings
They both deal with their confidence as they choose to embark on their play activities
Memorial greetings have now taken the place of silent heartbeats
You have become accustomed to maturity, haven't you?