Autumn wind, that island.
Wei, shall we keep going like this? !
The autumn wind blew, the sea water swayed, and the waves undulated slightly. The sixteen-year-old boy in blue on the shore smiled and whispered: Okay, let's keep going like this.
The agreement between two sixteen-year-old boys is as good as ever.
Time flies, youth is gone, and the young man who called Wei back then has become an elite.
Wei, I'm back again, back to this house by the sea.
The waves are rolling, one after another, as if the young man in blue named Wei is replying: You are back.
Autumn wind, listening to it makes me melancholy, life is always spent in unsatisfaction.
Happiness is roughly the same, but people's misfortunes are different.
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