Kneel and beg to write a long short message to the girl I like, but she doesn't like me, so I want to give up now (there should be a curse in the article that she doesn't cherish but can't scold)

You see, winter has passed and spring has come again. Swallows come again and peach blossoms bloom again.

Look, there is such a silly boy who is still wondering who that window is.

The smell of spring can't soothe my sadness.

I still love you, but I won't wait for you.

You don't know how to cherish. What are you doing with my heart? I am not your slave, but I love you too much.

It's not like you don't know these days I have loved you for so long, from love wrapped in silver to crowing.

Winter goes and spring comes, and I still love you in that time and space. But that's just a memory. I still love you, but I won't like you anymore.

Please take care of yourself and don't make me feel that I miss you.

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