The subway sells a drink called first love. When I bought it for the first time, I saw the boss's way of making it. 50% strawberry juice, 40% Sprite and a few drops of lemon juice. Whenever I sarcastically introduced the simple method of lsquo; first love & rsquo; to my buddies, they would say, first love, isn't it?
Maybe the first love I always thought had the same taste as Puccino, with an irresistible unique charm. At first it smelled good, and when I drank it, I could feel the sweetness and softness of a large number of milk bubbles. The second sip can really taste the original bitterness and richness of coffee beans, and finally when the taste stays in the mouth. Will feel that one more mellow and meaningful waiting is only cappuccino-like first love, I do not know why, but casually accepted the black coffee, because it is too casual, so the last left only full of bitterness.
From August 31 to December 2, but three months, do you know how much a person can change? You can replace all the cheerful songs in the playlist with sad songs. At the beginning, you don't like to fight with others and like to be quiet. You can put aside a lot of things you originally liked. In fact, there is a lingering person in your mind.
At the beginning of the story, the two people who are attracted to each other quickly come together. In the course of the story, they contradict each other and have no sense of security. At the end of the story, I cried alone in the corner, and he turned away to find the next piece of tenderness. I stood and paced, unable to find the door to relief. Reality always runs counter to what I want, whether I like it or hate it, I only want a balanced relationship, while he, like can be taken back, does not seem to be a nuisance, has to torture me with chronic poison.
When I woke up from the tragedy of hindsight and decided to start a new life, I forgot how to smile simply. Open my eyes is entangled myself, I want to have been immersed in sleep, let sleep dial the pointer of time, send me into a beautiful future.
The tears streaming down my face in the night and the smile on my face in the day are what I will be in the future. In the sun, if the eyes of people wearing clown masks suddenly swell and sour, there is no need to be nervous, the weird and funny makeup on the face will make people ignore the bloodshot eyes.
Once again go to the subway to buy that kind of drink called first love, somehow, can only taste citric acid.
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