The wantonness of youth means recklessness.
"I like you."
"I like you."
"I like you."
Three different voices, three different objects.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
Three objects, similar sounds.
The recklessness of youth brings scars.
"If you like him, I'll help you." So sad.
"Okay, I will help you take care of her." So sad.
"Do you have a heart or not?" It's so painful.
However, I still loved without hesitation.
Everything is messed up, everything is wrong.
Youth, smile, leaving behind fragrance and thorns. Painful and happy.
Youth is like a thorn dormant in the heart. When awakened, it will hurt.