To Our Youth in the Prime of Life

In this prime of youth, he met her. They met, got to know each other, and fell in love when they were young. No matter how ups and downs everything was, they would still cling to each other in the end and live out this life full of fireworks in the world. Him: What flowers do you like? Her: I like Gypsophila "There is a kind of flower called Gypsophila. Its flower language is: I am willing to play a supporting role and hide my love for you from everyone. I bring the stars in the sky to give you, but I still feel that the stars in the sky are not as good as you. I hope that one day, the person I like can hold a bouquet of Gypsophila and pamperingly say to me: You are my joy."