An acquaintance, who touched whom.

A acquaintance, who feels sorry for whom.

A love, who is affectionate.

A forgetfulness, who failed whom.

A dependence, who left whom.

A stay, who separates whom.

A look, who is everywhere.

A recognition, who betrayed whom.

On the seventh day of July, a thousand-year-old myth, draped in a legendary veil, appeared before my eyes.

On the seventh day of July, everyone laughs and everyone is sad.

On July 7, two people are accompanied by one festival.

On the seventh day of July, others gather together to be my own.

On the seventh day of July, I held my left hand and my right hand to give myself warmth.

July 7, Chinese Valentine's Day.

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Articles about Valentine's Day are now overwhelming.

I couldn't escape this common problem, and began to describe my Tanabata in my heart.

I think that on the seventh day of July, when I was walking down the street, roses, kisses, those were full of romance that passed me by.

At that time, I will be at a loss to stand on the crowded street, and the only thing I am familiar with is the warm or passionate scenes staged in the streets and alleys.

I think that on the seventh day of July, when I went out for a walk, couples and fireworks performed their happiness and splendor.

In the night sky lit by fireworks, I saw the lost silhouette enveloping me, and the only thing I could do was hide in a dark corner.

These are all things I think, and the more I think about it, the more I dare not think about it. I'm afraid that if I think of something, my mind will go blank.

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On July 7, there are many lonely people, and there is no need to copy the happy ones.

On July 7, my emotions should be calm and indifferent, and I should no longer pick up those broken and precious memories.

On July 7, gently close your eyes and tell yourself:

Whoever will take whose oath hangs on whose youth.

Whoever will be whose insistence will not understand whose absolute decision.

Whoever will give up whose greetings and whose past.

Who will rely on whom, despise whose long-term affection.

July 7, who of us will be who's who.

The magpie bridge was erected and the falling wings were touched. The two of them met and reminisced together.

The two looked at each other, deeply hurt by the traces of time. Loneliness and sadness, inseparable despair.

Tanabata, countless romances.

Tanabata, endless fireworks.

Tanabata, inexhaustible happiness.

Turning, hugging, parting, scarring.

Loneliness, warmth, sadness, memory.