Youth Gone By I once heard someone say, if you love the right person, it’s love; if you love the wrong one, it’s youth. If fate brings us together, then I hope we are ultimately fated to part. A shooting star streaks across the galaxy... but it’s a memory, too, isn’t it? The arts and sciences have nothing in common. If that’s really true, why did I cross that line back then? May we become strangers. But it seems I forgot that you... once said you still loved me. If these memories aren’t knives, then what are they? Is it an illusion? Or a dream to numb myself?
Ho ho ho, I really can't seem to understand zz (helpless)
Come on, come on, yogurt, come on, ho ho ho, I'm the first to comment on Yogurt's second novel, hahaha, I'm so excited.