The Breeze Blows on My Face, I Walk Toward the Sun

The Breeze Blows on My Face, I Walk Toward the Sun

by Dreams Are Hard To Rely On

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The stories of 17-year-olds always start in the most cheerful tone on a sunny day, as if the storyteller really doesn't know how sad the ending will be.

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梦难凭50mo ago

Looking at that ray of sunset, who is not full of longing for the future?

梦难
梦难凭50mo ago

I just want to finish writing about my unfinished youth.

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