--Love? What is it, is it a sweet candy or the shocking but ugly scars on the heart? Or is it just a scar?
A glass ball that breaks at the touch of a touch. For you, I put down my dignity, personality, stubbornness, and even pride, because I fell in love with you.
So humble
Introduction: The scars from youth, the tears from loneliness, the blood flow from love and hate, in the end, at the end of the game, who can get the true love?
Who can find out what the youth that has allowed us to be debauched has given us? It's an endless conspiracy,
The broken life is still the tangled love and the stinging love. . . . .
Playing games from youth, who of us can truly get the so-called happiness?