I don't want to let go, I don't want to understand, who is more profound, love or not.
I don't want to grow up, there will be no fairy tales when I grow up.
I want to keep holding your hand childishly like this. But this world is not forever. The older you grow, the more you realize the cruelty of reality. The older you grow, the more you understand the difficulty of choice.
In those days of sleepless tears, I never hated you, because you have the life you want. After all, we are not from the same world.
On those days when my smile is in full bloom, I thank you and thank you for the sincere happiness you gave me.
Maybe this is not a good article, it is just a girl's mental journey. The road is full of thorns, how can we see the sunshine again?
Thank you to all the people who have made me grow, my friends, my family.