Green first love
Like a colorful glass sugar bowl
It looks beautiful and precious
But
There will always be debris all over the floor accidentally
Hurt yourself, hurt others
Even if it's put back together, it's still full of cracks
Maybe there was a person in my memory whose name I couldn't remember but couldn't forget.
As time goes by, we gradually hide this memory deep in our hearts.
If one day I recall it again
How will you be. . .
The story is dedicated to those who once guarded the glass sugar bowl like a snail,
Dedicated to the person who still has something in his heart that cannot be forgotten. . .
Conception: