The Forest Flowers Withered the Spring Red, It Was Too Hasty

Love missed in both directions I love you too, even if I can't express it. Memoirs of Youth I don't regret where my dream ended up, I just regret that it was too hasty. That year, * was producing its seeds, The tree is shaking its leaves, We stood there, not talking, and it was already very beautiful. Recalling the past, I feel like my soul was washed last night and put on my body before it was dry. This always makes me feel a damp and bitter feeling. Do you like listening to music? Do you listen to music abnormally? The lyrics tell other people's stories, but the music can write about our own lives. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.