Youth is a sour plum,
What I vomited is the lingering sourness, like the regret of swallowing the words once they reached my lips.
After swallowing, the sweetness lingers in your throat. The astringent taste is wrapped in the sweetness that you secretly watched, which is hidden in your heart. My own thoughts.
Your back is the trace of my heartbeat
Your eyes are the Xiaoxiang I swim through
Intention:.