Remember, We Walked Through Youth Together

Flower Season☆Youth No one is 17 years old forever, but some people are always 17 years old. I often think about our youth. It is really a strange thing. Its short body drags a long tail, swaying like wings, and it refuses to leave for a long time. The tail of youth at the age of 17 is short and gray; like the last note of a piano piece, no matter how high the key is used, the ending is disappearance and departure. The stories of 17-year-olds always start in the happiest tone on a sunny day, as if the storyteller really doesn't know how sad the ending will be. Flower Season☆Simple We were once innocent children, and we hope to remain innocent all our lives. If we had a choice, we would rather never understand the things we didn't understand before. We are all angels with one wing, we can only fly if we hug each other. I don't have the courage to break my wings, but I can't fly anywhere. Good friends should not only help each other at critical moments, not only share each other's secrets, but also make sacrifices for each other at any time without hesitation. I have always been an orphan in a beautiful world, lonely, lonely, and persistent. Once he meets Nuan Nuan, he is destined to be defeated. I ran all the way and found a face similar to mine in the crowded crowd. She had a similar fate to me. I can see in her the reference of my own destiny, where to go, and I am no longer so hasty. I finally became less smart and I finally started to believe things I didn't believe before. When the storm was over, I still held on to the friendship that remained for the rest of my life. After seeing all the passing scenery, I began to like myself, my original self. Flower Season☆Memories The ending and the process are already there, and if you continue to struggle, even you will feel greedy. Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed. The left hand holds happiness, the right hand holds memories, the flowers bloom undefeated... The feeling of waiting is a little bit of hatred and a little bit of sadness. But all in all, it's definitely not a bad feeling. Never need to think of it, never forget it. The wind blew up the broken years. I saw the loneliness in the distance and burst into tears. Those flowers bloomed and scattered. If we can't be together forever, at least give us the courage to miss you and the right to embrace, so that I can understand the traces of my heartbeat. Flower Season☆Forgetting Are there some things and people that if you really want to forget, you will definitely forget them? The most painful thing is that when something disappears, it is gone forever and will never come back. However, it still leaves a thin and sharp needle stuck in your heart and cannot be removed. If it wants you to feel pain, you will have to feel pain. The hourglass remembers the time we forget... The hourglass turns upside down, and the pain of life is experienced again and again. How many 99 seconds are there in life? How much courage does it take to withstand the heartache again and again? 99 Seconds, a whole night of comfort... Some things and some people will definitely be forgotten if you really want to forget them. In fact, nothing can be forgotten. No matter how beautiful and unforgettable the past is, it turns out to be just the past. As for disaster and pain, that should probably be the case. Some things and some people, when you think about forgetting them, are just reprinted in your heart! The road we have traveled and the people we have loved will flow away in the long river of time. Only the fragrance of time leaves colorful traces. Life is in a hurry, and forgetfulness is intertwined in the memory. Right and wrong, love and hate... I allowed myself to make such crazy nonsense, but I sadly knew in my heart that everything was in vain. Flower Season☆Growth I have grown up relying on a memory that only I remember. Long enough to bravely face all the ups and downs in the world. I've always loved the afternoon sun. It makes me believe that everything in this world will turn around, and that destiny is generous and beautiful. We will eventually grow up, growing up quietly with a feeling of no resentment. After all, growth is a blessing. Growth is like this, painful and happy. You have to accept all the harm this world brings to you, and then grow up without fear. In the wordless ending, memories reveal that time has filtered sadness and it has been evaporated by life. I grew up with pain... With you by my side in this life, I will never leave, never let go, or despair. With you here, I can't leave; I deserve my fragility. Accept the pain of loss and face the days of loneliness. Flower Season☆Life The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high. In this world, who dares to say who is whose savior? Who is whose savior? No one is. In the misplaced emotions, we can only pay for our own share of pain. When the pain is extreme, we can't blame others for one point. We, curtain call. And a new curtain will open again. Life is like this, end, start, start again, end again... No matter what, we will carry our own disasters and happiness and move forward without looking back. There are not so many assumptions in life. Reality is a real slap in the face, hitting you in the face. There is no doubt that it hurts, so you can only move forward. When you make a decision that you think is absolutely right, reality slaps you hard in the face - this is God teaching you to bow your head. Friendship is actually the same as love. In many cases, distance can allow us to understand each other. And life is like this, taking us to other places together. Never come back. It will never be the same again. Life is one play after another. As long as you are on stage, no one can get off the stage until the play is over. Otherwise, you will pay a heavy price. Don't believe it? You can try it. Flower Season*Reality Time will only get older, but time will never deceive us. Reality is a real slap in the face, it is meaningless to cry out in pain, the only thing is to move forward. There is a lot of injustice in this world. What you think you can rely on can actually not be trusted. What you thought was protecting you actually never belonged to you. I dance on the tip of the knife. No matter whether it is heavy or light, the pain spreads from the soles of my feet to my heart. There are not many things that belong to you in this world, and now, they have completely disappeared. You have nowhere to hide in this crazy rain. You can only shed tears mixed with rain, and run desperately towards the unknown direction, towards the endless road. When I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore. Whenever I talk, I don't dare to look at the sky anymore. Who knew that everything would change direction halfway, and after countless departures and reunions, the young and frivolous young man would fly away like a butterfly, finally staying in despair in the sea that could never cross. Reading a storybook from beginning to end is like getting to know a person from beginning to end. Actually, it's quite difficult. People are like floating up and down in the deep sea. Wave after wave of sea water rushes over with pressure, trying to submerge themselves deeply and submerge them again. Flower Season*Love I know you will be with me wherever I go. Cry with me, laugh with me, wait with me, bloom with me. Listen to the songs you like quietly, and watch the people you like from a distance. Although the hands I held have been separated, you will always live in my heart together with my childhood. As long as you are happy. We live in the same warm water, and we may occasionally get entangled in aquatic plants, but because of each other's warm breath, I believe we will not be a dead knot. If I say I love you and I have always loved you, would you believe me? Love is a war, I am not afraid of getting hurt, I am just afraid that you will be unhappy. In the love scene, there is always a protagonist and a supporting role. It is always the protagonist who is tired and the supporting role who is hurt. I thought I was very strong and romantic, maybe every girl who fell in love early would think so. In fact, only after you have gone through it will you realize that you cannot bear such a load because you have not reached that age yet. In the sweet and fragile love, we are constantly "practicing", "practicing" losing, "practicing" bearing, "practicing" missing, in the repeated high and low warm-up, towards our final and already determined ending. I will still believe that the stars can speak, the stones will bloom, and you will eventually arrive after passing through the fence in summer and the snow in winter. Temperature of 25℃. Air with a pH value of 7. Sunlight with a density of 80‰. A generally perfect day. But what would have happened if I hadn't met you? Flower Season*Sleeping If I fall asleep, please don't wake me up... I'm sleepy, let me continue to sleep... In fact, it is really easy for a person to change, but some things and feelings cannot be changed no matter what. A failure is nothing, and a wrong choice is nothing. You have to believe that there are always people in this world who care about you and want you to be happy. A little lonely, a little painful, a little public, a little overwhelmed, a little in need of comfort. So, click on it, it's kind of beautiful. Soft gold flows from the green leaves, and the flowers bloom silently. We are so old, moving from one end of time to the other end of time. Please don't say goodbye, there is no need to say goodbye. Flower Season☆Leave We all need to face the sun and live proudly. And I will eventually leave and fly to the blue sky with a kite. I know that we will all leave and we will never come back. Goodbye, maybe never see you again, I am stubbornly pursuing in my heart, only I can see it, but I hope I am right. She won't disappear. What disappears is time. And the time that disappears will make the wounds of the past bloom into white and grand flowers, stand in the purest posture, and become the best proof that we have warmed each other and existed. If God has eyes, they will definitely meet again somewhere on a certain day in a certain year. All the unpleasantness in the past will be washed away and a new story will begin.