The end - to this lost youth
The alternation between winter and spring is as subtle as the fusion of souls. Before the cold winter has passed away, the rotten leaves of the branches and the budding green grass on the branches have already met.
We met at the age of sixteen.
Just like the purpose of the school outing, from then on, a flower appeared in their eyes, from bud to open, and then from open to closed. However, this flowering period lasted for XX years in a blink of an eye. It was not until the moment when the flower fell that people realized the virtual image of the lonely flower.
Later, I always wanted to ask myself whether those years of innocent dedication stemmed from a wrong beginning. For an absurd ending, the poor eyes fill their barren hearts with bubbles of wealth.
At the age of sixteen, we did not rush before the pain, nor did we wait for the maturity after the pain, we just cuddled each other and licked each other.
No matter how beautiful the appearance is, the wealth of the bubble illusion will always be disillusioned one day, but no matter how painful the pain is raging in Luo Hongpiao, the innocence and sincerity of that day remain the same. I can no longer do that without any regrets.
Conception: