At a glance when I was young, I have fallen into despair. It has nothing to do with romance, just the most beautiful and pure love. Time flies, the memories of youth are mottled, and your outline seems like a flash in the pan in a dream. I met him one after another, each one looked like you, but each one was not you. Every time I fell in love, I told myself to start well, but I couldn't erase your presence. It turned out that you were a disaster that I couldn't survive in this life. If I could do it again, I would choose to turn into a butterfly and stop on your shoulder when you pass by in a hurry.