This is my senior year of high school. I am Lin Chen.
Three times "I like you", two four-leaf clovers and a farewell sigh. He and I can actually use numbers to summarize all the stories related to us at such a high level.
If you ask me why I want to color the four-leaf clover?
I replied that the green color of the four-leaf clover has long faded over time. Time takes away the lushness and flows out of my sight. So I'm going to repaint them green,
If I hadn't continued to ask, would the green left behind by such force still be the green of the four-leaf clover?
I just smile, but this is my green.
The longer I wait, the lighter the color becomes. I am afraid that the memory will be lost just like this green color. I'm still afraid, and I can't bear to part with it.
Conception: