Copywriting
Have you ever stared at the cold moonlight in the dark night?
Desperate and bright.
It's like a silent torrent, flowing over everyone's insteps, calves, and finally the entire body,
Every pore was patted, and the tingling sensation made people feel comfortable.
You are like a moth, rushing happily to one disaster after another,
But in the end, he is alive.
Well, I think that's probably what youth is like.