Like him.

The children in the treasure chest of our teammates are roaring about love. Palmistry is too late to grow old. Our good love is too late to change. We can only speak a foreign language.We embrace living things back to back, children are roaring in the blue misty rain, and I am waiting for you, drunk smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river, in the ice of the book, the room drifts less, when I meet you in the blue misty rain, and I am waiting for you, the moonlight river is thousands of miles across the river, I will not understand my powerless life, the future of loved onI really like him. I don't know why. Last time I looked at him and thought about something, I fell in love with him for no reason. He laughed at me and I liked it too. Running, answering questions, pretending to be cool, very silly, but I liked everything. I don't know how I became like this.I really like him, even though I know this relationship won't work out.I still can't stop liking him. I know he has good physical strength, good grades, good character and good looks. I don't deserve anything. But so what? I like him, not to let him like me.If I can, I will express my love to him when I graduate from senior three, although I know he will not agree, but in short, how can youth be called youth without regret? Just be yourself.

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