The years flow through the fingers, fleeting like a white horse passing by.
But that summer that is engraved in my memory is the tears and sweat we shed together in the sun.
Dreams are the driving force for us when we are young. We have worked hard for this and devoted our sweat and blood.
Ignoring the ridicule, indifference, and sarcasm on the road, all we can do is leave a stubborn back to the world
Years later, no matter whether we become famous or not, we will never forget the memories of our youth.
Why not pick up a meter of sunshine, hold a cup of strong tea, and recall those past events?
Hello old times