A bad-tongued man in the late stage of secondary disease & a vicious-tongued, stubborn and strong academic girl
Started as a joke, ended up as a joke
Adolescence is a time of bad people and bad things. You can't control your hands and feet, and you can't control your mouth.
He lied to himself for half his life with one mouth
I was the first to believe a casual joke that year
I'm not a good person, nor a villain (this is true)
Use the most curious description to describe my rotten life and rotten youth.
No young people, no moaning for nothing
Just a pure version of venting
Damn it, my youth is over, youth is meaningless, we have no antidote for each other (I don't know where this happened)
Intention: Plant flowers intentionally but not bloom, unintentionally plant willows to create shade
