Throughout our lives, the age of fourteen or fifteen is an awkward age. At that time, we were restless and restless, and little emotions surged under our tan skin.
At night, my pores quietly open and transform into your face, making me miss you day and night. At that time, we were shy and self-conscious, just like a cloud after the rain, clean and irresistible.
Faced with growing up and parting, some people choose to escape, thinking that if they don't meet again, they won't say goodbye anymore.
Reality is always something we cannot see through. I am missing you here, and where are you?
Conception: