I just want to tell a story, a story about a group of children with heart, it may be funny, it may be sad, but it may be the most true story...
Thousands of miles toward the sun, yet forever separated by thousands of miles (Is the tone tragic? Hey! Don't mislead readers!)
She thought she would always remember this story that started in spring, and believed it would continue to be brilliant. She remembered that boy's arrogance, that boy's cuteness; that boy pointing to the sky and hitting the ball, and that boy's drool while lying on the table in English class.
She thought she would always remember it. Those vivid figures in the memory, whether you like them or not.
After all, it is because of youth.
The so-called youth, the so-called freedom.
The king builds the sea!
If you can't listen to the song, please download it! Because it's very nice! It's also good to listen and watch at the same time, right?
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