I, Xu Xiaoran, live up to the name my grandfather gave me. I have a pair of smiling eyes.
When I was little, I loved to laugh, carefree and heartless.
I still smile when I grow up, but no one praises me anymore and says, Xiaoran, your eyes really make you smile.
Who wants to grow up if they can.
Tomorrow at that time has become the past, and the future at that time does not have the person we agreed to be together with.
The sad thing is not that things and people are different,
Rather,
Living in an imaginary past.
Those sprouts that live in illusion.
Youth is ignorant,
The cruel thing is love.