Later, We Grew Up

Memories are like a storyteller in a tone full of local accent Jump over puddles, go around small villages Waiting for the fate to meet You make a city out of mud He said he would marry me in the future How many times have you turned around, how many times have you passed through the door? Wasting youth The little oath is not yet stable The little tears are still holding on Childish lips are talking about separation There is a person living in my heart from now on We used to look small That year you moved a small bench I was fascinated by the show and followed along all the way I'm looking for the person in that story You are an indispensable part You took a little nap under the tree Little me, waiting stupidly ——"Little" Joey Yung I would like to dedicate this book to my beloved Xiaoxiao. Mo Chang, in our youth, we could love unbridled, but now, time has passed, when the stars are shining brightly as a halo, when our respective lives are on the right track, when we have grown up. At this point, should we let go.