sp;
三个小时的车程,你一直单曲循环着一首歌。
don't
prose
that
you're
gonna
write
don't
prose
that
you'll
call
just
prose
that
you
won't
et
we
had
it
all......
cause
you
were
ne
for
the
suer
now
we
know
it's
nearly
over
feels
like
snow
in
septeer
but
i
always
will
reer......
you
were
suer
love
you
always
will
be
suer
love......
大巴驶入城区,绿化带里的棠棣、鸢尾和百合已经不复鲜艳,空气里也弥漫着飕飕的凉意。
夏天已经逝去。
他终究是缺席了你的青春。
 
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