Running across the ginkgo-strewn playground, catching up with the class that handed the note, the wind at the corner of your clothes has not blown far away. Can you allow me, as young as I am, to re-write that unspoken love on the yellowed letterhead, without hiding any timidity between the lines? Can you allow me, as young as I am, to escape that unexpected rainy day, to no longer let the silence wet our shoulders, and to let the unsaid goodbyes be exchanged for long-term companionship.
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Can you allow me to be young again?
The chirping of cicadas filled the window lattice, and I fell back to the summer when I was seventeen years old.
The ponytail swaying diagonally in front of her, the tips of her hair were dotted with broken lights.
In my previous life, I crushed the stars under my eyes with my own hands.
Tonight, the wind lifts the pages of the book, and I want to tell her the "like" I have been waiting for for half my life.
This campus article is delicate and touching! The ginkgo playground, passing notes, and yellowing letterheads are all linked to the regrets of youth. The prayer to "be young again" hides the unspoken love and longing for long-term companionship. The chirping of cicadas filled the window lattice, and I fell back to the throbbing of seventeen years old. After reading, my heart was tenderly ironed, as if I was reliving a youthful dream about regret and reunion.
Can you allow me to be young again? The chirping of cicadas filled the window lattice, and I fell back to the summer when I was seventeen years old. The ponytail swaying diagonally in front of her, the tips of her hair were dotted with broken lights. In my previous life, I crushed the stars under my eyes with my own hands. Tonight, the wind lifts the pages of the book, and I want to tell her the "like" I have been waiting for for half my life.
This campus article is delicate and touching! The ginkgo playground, passing notes, and yellowing letterheads are all linked to the regrets of youth. The prayer to "be young again" hides the unspoken love and longing for long-term companionship. The chirping of cicadas filled the window lattice, and I fell back to the throbbing of seventeen years old. After reading, my heart was tenderly ironed, as if I was reliving a youthful dream about regret and reunion.