End of Summer and You Chapter 7
She was waiting for me anxiously, holding Tagore tightly in her hand. I didn't speak, I just looked at her quietly. She looked forward to everything I thought about. She was not disappointed at all, to be precise, she was satisfied. I think she must understand that she does not have love for me who does not have a heart, but I do have an emotion that replaces love, a love that is not based on material things, and even a love that goes beyond the surface. It is a deeper, stronger, and more complex love. By the time I noticed, she was already crying. I touched her tear-stained cheeks with my hands and held her in my arms. I think of her dreamlike first appearance, where she listened quietly to me reading to her. I think of the story of the Wizard of Oz, where the Tin Woodman got the heart at the end, and I did get something beyond the heart. My head was close to hers, and I knew I couldn't hesitate. Haruki Murakami's words began to come to mind: "There is no need to think about it anymore, everything is in the past." || Like a swirling warm breeze, it is some kind of opportunity, or some kind of time machine. I whispered in her ear, or in my heart, the breeze blew, your name, Summer. summer. The moment when summer meets you is like time sculpted over and over again, with transparent sky, blue clouds, and light breeze blowing on my face. . . . . . Although it's a little late, please forgive me. End, say a few irrelevant words. I almost broke up today, but luckily I didn't. I recommend Lin Youjia's "Sadness" I once had you, and the thought of it makes me sad.
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Haha, I was too lazy to write in the middle, and still went to create original content, but thanks anyway.
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