Friends, please follow my words and walk hand in hand with me into the long and innocent high school era, where there is innocent friendship, there is heart-breaking love, there is youth and frivolity, there is self-confidence and persistence, there is confusion and infatuation, there is love-hate entanglement, there is the painful struggle of youth, and there is the painful price of youth.
Do you remember the past as vividly as I do?
Do you care about the past as much as I do?
The person you love does not love you, and the person who loves you does not love you.
Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless.
My friend, thank you for sharing that youthful past with me.
Beginning----
Time flies
You don't see that lightness
The wounds that scratched my heart
Youth is like a dream
You can't see that kind of dream
tears flowing in my heart
Once happy, once sad
I once struggled, I once suffered
Once confused, once melancholy
Once pursued, once struggled
Falling flowers intentionally fall into flowing water
Flowing water is ruthlessly in love with falling flowers