Flower-like youth, flower-like us
There is no so-called protagonist in this story, no nameless soy sauce number two.
The splendor of the world comes from us, and we are also the protagonists
Friendship, love and family affection will make us stronger in this flowering period.
We can't escape, the more frustrated we become, the more courageous we become
We are pursuing our own blue sky, but fate likes to stagger our trajectories. The hug lasts only for a moment...
From budding to withering, it carries too much.
We don't know what life will be like on the next page
Take things as they come...