The drama of love, holding hands and traveling together are all lies.
One day we will grow old.
Those love stories will eventually be buried forever.
Youth is dusty.
Like when the wind blows, say goodbye.
This post won't be too long. I originally wanted to write about a brother-sister relationship. After thinking about it later, I decided to change it.
This article will be finished after the summer vacation. Let's look forward to it. Zizinan can also write a lot of articles.