Time was beautiful, and the years flowed by. In a fleeting glimpse, the memories remain unforgettable.
Even if none of it had much to do with him, the youth it adorned, the scenes that took one's breath away, the moments etched into memory, were like flowers quietly blooming for a season, like a riverside at dusk glittering with golden light, like an old ceiling fan creaking as it spun above a stuffy room. Everything was vivid and tender, and the passage of time did not dim it.
A little story of youth, a few innocent feelings.
Dedicated to all the lovely ladies who have bookmarked my story!
Theme:
It would be great if the author would continue writing.
It's great that such youth does not let you down
Wow, is this a short story? Let's start again, it's too short >_<
A super sweet secret love~ and a super wonderful self-growth, my youth is as beautiful as the morning sun and morning dew.
Crazy call for Dada↖(^ω^)↗