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Love is our quiet moments.
I’m not here to impress—I’m here to express, to be authentic, to live a life that feels true to who I am.
I keep a stack of blank cards in my drawer; if I think of someone, I write them a note and mail it—snail mail feels more personal than a text.
Misty rain blue coagulation, blue sky falling cold star, across the frost pick, loneliness filled with long night, longitudinal lonely also speechless, five hearts of pain, drinking alone once, looking back has always been clear, let the mood exile, imitation of the world entanglements fade, once lingering, let their dreams break off, at this time, oblique eyes dim to whom the song, had to let broken Xu Yan several times, broken a few Sheng Xiao croon sad place of the van sing dripping, Even worse, the three thousand crazy entanglements!
If you do not understand my sadness, please put me down, with a brush.
That year. We graduated. And the madness was cured.