He and she are the two most parallel intersections. Naihe walked around in circles and seemed to be standing still. In reality, there are turbulences in the heart, and love and hate are entangled. Time flies by on whose fingertips, time flies by. Whose love and hate are as crazy as the moon in the water and the quiet flowers. The age of youth is a moving note and an arrogant capital. There is no trace of hypocrisy in the relationship between students, if you like it, you just like it. Love is a lifetime, haha. Is it the bloom of youth or the withered rose? . . . . . .