You won't meet the second me, friendship or love.

Even if the whole world is deserted, let me be your disciple.

There are no two identical leaves in the world just as there are no two identical people in the world.

We are all ordinary people and unique "selves" in the world.

No matter how beautiful you are, no matter how rich you are, no matter how good your life is, it has nothing to do with me.

No matter how embarrassed I am, how embarrassed my wallet is, and how hard life is, you can't understand it.

Even if we like, miss, give up and lament, yesterday has passed, and we all have to look forward.

Even if I have more shortcomings and more bad ones, you can't find the same me to replace me.

Even if you hate it, don't like it, don't like it, I still live in my own world, neither humble nor supercilious.

Even if I am idle, lazy and unbearable again, you may not be lucky enough to meet me.

But now that we know each other, we know each other, and then we know each other, indicating that it is predestined friends.

I don't know if I ran out of luck or broke my head, but I was lucky enough to stand out from the extremely low probability data.

Let you appear in my life and build my life with me.

Let me have the honor to know you, walk with you day after day, and never be lonely.

Although my body is moving, my heart is not far away. I have walked through mountains and rivers, experienced many changes in human feelings, and worked hard not to be changed by the world.

Travel-stained, physically and mentally exhausted, the past stays in the Garden of Eden of memory, never leaving, never leaving.

You and my past, whether you remember it or not, can't be repeated, can't be repeated, even if it doesn't dissipate.

Your future life, whether I exist or not, is not important. What I once owned is the only one.

We've met and got together, and that's enough.

We've suffered and quarreled, and now it's nothing.

The second thing we committed together, three-dimensional time, warm years, and finally lay quietly in memory, quietly.

The joys, sorrows and joys we spent together, although I didn't realize it at that time, supported me to move on.

The youth we walked together can't be said to be colorful and amazing, but it is absolutely unparalleled and unique.

You won't meet the second me, and I can't find a similar you in the vast sea of people.

Whether it is love or friendship, we are unique.

Happy or sad, the road we walked together can't be copied.

Whether you will think of me now or contact me, I am very grateful.

Thank you for your appearance, for the time you spent with me, and for the feelings, joys and sorrows you brought me.

If you think our past is acceptable, there are salty and sweet, happy and sad, happy and sad.

Then you must stay, stay in my life and never leave. We will continue to walk together in the future.

If you feel that my existence makes you miserable, makes you regret knowing me, and makes you feel that I am dispensable and better without me.

Then you must not force yourself, just throw it away and leave freely. I'll forget, and I won't say much.

I respect your choice, and I will carry out your decision. We came from me and went away from you.

Come and go, needless to say, come and go, and they are scattered all over the world.

This is the normal and inevitable life, so I learn to accept the possibility that we will become me.

Even so, I still have illusions, selfish and paranoid want you to stay. If, you also want to ...

End~~, thank you for reading!

Today is my birthday!

If you happen to read this article,

Prove that our fate is not shallow,

Thank you for coming. Thank you for being here.

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