summer sun

Perhaps the wrong time can also be said to be the right time. At the beginning of the meeting, we didn't know each other, but we just enjoyed the first good time in that summer and bloomed the flower of love.I thought I would never meet again, so I tried my best to love.And when we meet again, I am glad that you no longer remember, or hate, because you have forgotten me in the corner of the world.The shortest distance in the world is that I am in your heart, and the farthest distance is that you have long forgotten. . . PS This story is fabricated, and any similarities are purely coincidental. PS Only give this document to you who have dreams and look forward to love