Ke Qingchen opened the door and got out of the car, took out a cigarette and lit it. He stood leaning on the car, squinting as the smoke rings gradually dissipated, just like the youth he could never regain.
Grass text:
I haven't forgotten it at all.
Whoever gets tempted first, you lose.
I don't know where the love comes from, but it goes deeper and deeper.
It's a pity that it's not you who will accompany me until the end.
Conception: