That year you walked through the tree-lined road, with your favorite backpack, and on that breezy summer day, did you ever notice that a leaf fell into the dirt before it bloomed for you, just to see you, to see you, to remember you once in the brief sight of falling in the sky?

On that summer day that year, I also walked through that intersection, and I didn't know whether it was the busyness of my tasks or the weight of my studies, I didn't pay attention to the fallen leaves in the air, and I never noticed that I had stepped on a leaf.

Perhaps, the time difference of love is always like this, seeing it in front of it, not catching up with it, and thinking about it hopelessly.

"Youth Fantasy Collection" The jet lag of love is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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