To me, passersby are essentially of three kinds: strangers, friends, and enemies.\This piece of writing is for my friend.
Because of unfamiliarity, he~~~ has the potential to become my friend.\We usually don't know each other, exchange a few words occasionally, and then, for ten or fifteen days, there isn't a single word of conversation.\When encountering tricky situations, I don't hesitate to call him. 'Request help with confidence, entrust without reservation,' and then, I quietly wait, waiting for the good news of him 'running around on my behalf.'\Romantic things mean nothing to him, heart-wrenching longing means nothing to him. The only thing concerning him is a complaint when troubled and cursing when helpless.\And to me, he is merely courteous, always the gentlemanly type...
Actually, I know, friend, you are just a stranger, but you are at this moment my only insider friend online. Yet, still, I want to ask: \Friend, who are you?\Friend, who are you, oh?\You don't need to answer, even though I don't know you, I know you. Even though I don't know who you are, I know who you are.
I said: Lately chatting idly, with plenty of free time, not walking or traveling, often early or late, happily at my parents' knees, fulfilling a little filial duty.
Friend said: TMD, speak normal words!
Warmth~~ actually has always had nothing to do with spring, money, or love...
Friend, let us be strangers for a lifetime. Even if we do not know each other, let me embrace you from afar...
An old song makes strangers last forever
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Strange friends, here we are only a string of code names. Perhaps one day we will brush past each other on the street, yet no one will be able to call out 'Silver Wolf!' When I turn around, all my friends stand not far away like shadows of gods, smiling gently at me.
Silver Wolf, if you don't post a photo, how would I know whether your face is round or flat? Maybe after you post a photo, I won't even know if you're a friend familiar to me →_→
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