Remember the first love

The first love, like a wisp of warm sunshine, is long and paved with the road of the future. Young and sensitive people who lack tolerance are very likely to break up smartly and depart from the far away, while the two Aquacome hearts will go deeper into the soul more persistently. The experience of love over and over again, the original meaning is to forget and pursue new well-being, but in fact, everything is more perfect for the first love, such as the sunset on the desert, which is always strange and beautiful. When the boat of life I rode was finally tired, the first love was the harbor where I was waiting for berthing forever. All the sincerity and love in the world, nothing more than sincere first love makes me care, moved and miss. Although I wanted to leave and stubbornly stay away from my first love, I swore to wander for life and never meet each other, but I couldn’t stop my loneliness and waking up, and I often burst into tears. When I was tired of reading books, I was used to taking a cigarette from the backhand of the bedside for a long time before I suddenly felt shocked: no one polished the match, lit the smoke, and lit the loneliness and sadness that flooded my heart; no one looked at me calmly, no one lit up the night with me, no one sat under the light of the night with me calmly, reviewing my quiet or chaotic mood. However, I still refuse to believe that the first love has been far away from me. As if everything happened between looking back. Her gradually empty back is like a long pause. How can I annotate my dream in this life? The feeling of exhaustion when waking up in a dream is just silence and sadness, without her existence — first love, with a sad and beautiful smile, she has gently disappeared in the wrong path of the colorful dream of yesterday — like the time she never looked back, with the ancient expectation and the mistake that no one can change for thousands of years, she came and went again……

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