Regarding the memory of first love, this is my memory, mixed with various flavors. At that time, I valued some unimportant things, such as self-esteem, for example. . . . Courage was indeed ignored
Others say that first love is fruitless, but I don't know about my future.
But I cherish this time. In this impetuous society, I was still innocent then, and I am still kind now.
Shy, entangled, simple, inexperienced, full of regret, full of impulsiveness, every piece of sincerity is indeed buried in careless words. . . .
A school life surrounded by countless classmates, lovers, and always hungry