The thoughts of a seventeen-year-old girl are unforgettable love and unforgettable hate. Love and hate are intertwined, entangled but also ebb and flow...
A seventeen-year-old boy, with the unique harshness of adolescence and the tenderness of his heart, is unscrupulous...
The breeze and drizzle fell on my face, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears...
Purpose: Cherish the beauty in front of you