Those Were the Years When We Were Young

In those years, we were young In those years, we were young In those years, we wantonly turned the adult world into a puddle of muddy water, and then wrote down the years that belonged to us. In those years, we were innocent and innocent, hanging on hooks for a hundred years and making promises for a lifetime. Under the lush camphor tree, the traces carved became more and more profound as time went by, but we gradually revealed our guilty conscience, missing and missing, fading and fading, parting and parting, forgetting and forgetting, infatuated infatuation, strange and strange, and then, unwilling to give up, regretful regret, but none of us dared to mention it again. In those years, we were young and frivolous, and once we identified someone, we would like it until death. But no one told us that the most undesirable thing in the world is love. We hurt each other, missed each other, and had to escape from each other in the end. If you escape to a place where no one knows or recognizes you, will you be able to live without worries?