Thank you for letting me give up. On White Day, I really don't feel sad at all.
Five years, I don't know how many five years there are in life. I understood it from the morning you replied to my text message.
Will you die if you don't show off? I don't have a glass heart, please give me a good blow, understand?
Some hopes turn out to be extravagant hopes. Next time, I won't think that a pretentious boy is gentle.
Life cannot be the same quilt, and death cannot be the same, but it is just extravagant hope. Now, I don't want to do this anymore, you don't deserve it, you will regret it.
Remember my pretentiousness to seek death.
A chance encounter at a class reunion. A song, two people, two intertwining curves.
Reminiscing about those warm and challenging years.
Ordinary things, ordinary people.
To those who missed it. Memorial of youth. In the dream, the ending of the story of extravagant hope.
Conception: