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Time dissolves the bare rock, and the mottled and rough surface becomes foam and gradually disappears. Day after day, the sunset erodes the young and surly rock outline, revealing the smooth and moist heart before adulthood. The Tropic of Cancer brought everyone back. I have made mistakes, failed love, naive confession and ups and downs. All of them were forgiven by God in an instant.

The voice of youth is left behind, like a late-night train, heading for the next journey.

September is a long time.

If happiness lasts too long, it will become a vague memory.

So your face, your hands and your sweater are placed in different squares on the turntable.

Everyone can only get fragmentary happiness, but they can't spell out a complete capital love anymore.

In memory, your smile can be dyed green all summer, but the season can't go back all the way.

August ba is a scar.

Injured bodies always leave scars.

I am not a healer as magical as time, I can calm all the pain.

Nor is he a great creator like God, who can open the infinite sky.

You still miss him. Still worried about him. Still trapped in the windless forest he planted casually.

But I want to take you to another happy place.

Even if you can't cure your long and dark blindness, please let me go blind together.

Even if I can't pull you out of the complex and deep jungle, I will accompany you to see the sky gradually clear.

July 7th is the date period.

Who did you meet? In summer, when the sun is glowing.

The joy of those explorations is approaching. I can't find the date that should appear.

Just like I met you. At the end of a long summer.

Phoenix flowers bloom all over every wall of the city. In the country where flowers burn, flowers have disappeared.

On a huge rainy day, the festering red flowers on the mud road on the mountain road told the monsoon that if I met you earlier.

June Lu is the land of the mainland.

Perhaps no one has ever noticed the silent islands outside the peaceful and prosperous continent.

Flowers bloom all the year round on the island, and the vegetation on the mainland withers and glows.

The secrets that cross the distant ocean can't even be transmitted by the monsoon from south to north.

The recipient's address is unknown, his handwriting is scrawled and he is overweight, but he will never be found.

This man is the clearest existence in the deep chest. His name is the whole continent on the surface of the heart. The island is getting closer and closer. But it will never land.

Maybe Wu is a dancer.

All love is like this. Countless details pile up into a quiet side face.

You left a little mud spot on the corner of your clothes, a fairy tale floated in your smile, and the music in the earphone pointed directly at the Big Dipper. Ferris wheel, playground, rising fireworks, falling sunset.

Boys' clean white shirts and girls' long hair tied up.

Those warm sunshine slowly flowed along the lines of the years, turned into mercury, and penetrated into every gap and line in my heart. Eventually solidified into a thousand mirrors. Reflect a thousand of you dancing to the sound.

April 4th is a sacrifice.

Do you really think I'm a fool?

The wind in April is softened in the air by spring, and flows half through the blooming city.

I bought you breakfast and copied your notes. Sitting in your downstairs in a daze.

Are all the fools they call fools?

Am I stupid?

Sunlight shone into the room along the window. The wind lifted the curtains.

Warm light is slowly climbing up your quiet sleeping face.

On March 3rd.

Scattered all over the floor, is it a kiss hidden in your mouth?

According to Peter Pan's fairy tales, those kisses hidden in the corners of the mouth are all sweet candy.

Who can tell me which clown in a hat is selling things on the playground?

I want to buy a big can.

Then, then switch with you.

But blood and bones, nerves and skin.

A thick sweater in a thick cotton coat.

Obviously, they are two very high-quality people, or they will disperse when the monsoon blows.

February 2nd is the second.

Winter has begun. Light snow and heavy snow. Solstice of winter. Slight cold and severe cold.

In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person.

Walk alone, sing alone, go shopping alone, and watch the world carnival alone.

People walked hand in hand around the amusement park.

He is the only one for her, and I am the only one for everyone.

The world is full of opportunities for us to meet, but I still haven't met you.

Only 1 month 1 day.

The world used to be black and white upside down, and now it is back to gorgeous colors.

The world once lost its voice, now you sing with me.

Night covers the left hand, and the left hand covers the right hand.

Fingers that used to hold hands, hands folded at night.

The wind blew the sand into the desert.

You wait for me to meditate for ten years.

You are a legend in the world, and you are the only one in the world.

You made me spend a whole picture of my youth looking for you.

October 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

He and her mystery.

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