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我们之间的相遇,
犹如浓墨滴入静水,渲染翻起了涟漪又轻轻得消散。
我问,“忘记一个人,是先忘却他的声音,还是先模糊他的模样?” ;
你轻声回应:“不,都不是。最先消逝的,总是他的缺点,那些曾让你夜不能寐的棱角,那些让你爱恨交织的往事”。
我沉默不语却又微微颔首。是啊,青春犹如香水,离开过才能闻到后调,它会惩罚每一个畏惧镜头的人。时间也不会宽恕每一颗太过真诚的心。
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