Many years later, on a whim, I started sorting out the old things that had accumulated for a long time. Before I could be surprised that the first diary of my adolescence was rediscovered, a piece of yellowed letter paper fell slowly in front of my eyes. I unfolded the ancient letter in my hand with full surprise and curiosity, but for a moment I lost my voice and lost my mind.
Those youthful throbs and struggles are spread out on the paper with criss-crossed strokes, and the pain and confusion of youth are vividly displayed on the paper.
——He just gave me a piece of music and I was willing to dance for him for the rest of my life.
I thought this was going to be a rivalry show
But at the end of the song, I discovered that it was just a solo dance
I often feel ridiculous
Who am I singing a love song for?
For whom to grow long hair?
For whom do I write End of the World?
Under the girl's slightly messy regular script, there is a line of powerful characters, as sharp as its owner but not harsh.
——I don't care who you grew your hair for, I only know that it can only become the silky smoothness flowing from my fingers.
Looking sideways, the handsome man lowered his eyebrows slightly. His slender fingers controlled the pen to move vertically and horizontally on the paper. His focused expression was just as exciting as it was at the beginning.