Thinking of her, I was walking at the place that we used to meet.
There she was, looking at me, a pair of beautiful eyes.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," She nodded at me.
We walked away without any glance of .
She had changed, so do I.
But I miss her.
两个说故事的人,说这不一样的故事。
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