There have been many wonderful young people in my life. They passed me and left.
They have the same pale faces, thin and straight backs, melancholy eyes, and perfect outlines. They are equally beautiful and delicate teenagers. Here, witness their growth. Destiny plays tricks; happiness likes to play hide and seek. Therefore, they rebelled, struggled constantly, tried hard to escape, and tried hard to break free from the shackles of fate. They are not willing to let happiness be so far away from them. Here, they rely on each other and warm each other. Then they stay away from each other and hurt each other. When they walked through bruised and bruised, everything came back to where it started. It turns out that those efforts are just a faint lingering smoke, and the wind passes by and disappears.
Those unforgettable days have traces of flying birds; those nostalgic times have the memory of our love for each other; those heart-wrenching teenagers have the fate of being chased; those are all left by angels, and these are the footprints of angels' visits.
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