There will be a boy in every girl's life,
The young man has flowing hair, bright eyes, and a clean and warm smile.
But the young man just left you an unforgettable experience, and then he left you in a hurry.
The boy will never come back, leaving only the persistent you and your broken heart,
Then you met another boy,
You are immersed in the tenderness it gives you,
But you know very well that you don't love him,
It's just like your left hand,
Although there are occasional fights and cracks,
But you will still hold your left hand and keep walking,
You begin to understand and begin to believe: sometimes happiness really has nothing to do with love,