The sea breeze cannot blow away the old dreams, and the falling jacarandas cannot stop missing me.
I thought we would be together forever, until you were forced to turn around and disappear from my youth.
When we met again, it was hazy in the rain and fog. I couldn't see clearly your sincerity. I could only see clearly that there was a whole past between us that could not be turned back.
"Orange, I like you."
A simple little story, youth pain literature!
Concept: The growth of two girls
