We Are Sugar, so Sweet That It Makes Us Sad in Love Songs

The wind blew through my curtains and across the wind chimes on the bedside, leaving a touch of sadness. The lost memory stayed at my window. When I suddenly looked back, I found that I had already lost it. The flowing memories are like the wind, floating alone in the wind. Young people have dreams and believe that forever, those tender words accompany them as they grow up. They may not meet each other, but those words record many warm moments. Even if they erase themselves, they cannot erase the footprints of their growth. Who still remembers who worked with whom to build the princess and prince's castle in that young dream?