Gradually, we walked away from each other, back to back;
Gradually, we are tempted and hurt in the secular world;
Gradually, we begin to be scheming and cunning, losing ourselves in the world and no longer being simple...
But our youth is gone and our temples are gray. Can we recall our past?
The fallen leaves are colorful, and under the maple trees in autumn, the leaves are swirling and floating on their heads.
He said: "We are friends. Although I don't know what the future will be like, I will try my best not to hurt you, I promise." The boy raised his hand to promise.
He said: "Although you two often bully me, but - I do too."
She said: "I don't know what kind of person I am, and I wear several layers of masks. Even so, I am the same." The three of them stood side by side, formed a circle, let their heads touch each other, and let their tears wet their clothes.