I Once Loved a Boy

I once loved a boy He said I'm as beautiful as a flower on every moonlit night He came to my window and sang The singing voice rises gently My heart also trembles But I don't know why I'm crying Open your eyes and he's gone The boy left his hometown Go to a place with deep snow before the snow melts every spring He sent me a piece of paper The spring breeze blows gently My heart also trembles But I don't know why I'm crying Want to tell him I miss you i once loved a boy He may already have children every winter night Teach them to sing by the fireside The fire burns slowly My heart also trembles But I don't know why I'm crying Could it be that I am still young ---Rene Liu The sound of milk tea in the earphones flowed gently. The 20-year-old Shi Xiaoxiao was leaning against the railing on the balcony of the dormitory, holding his chin, looking up at the moon in the sky, and humming softly along with the female voice, "I don't know why I'm crying. I want to tell him that I... Miss you." His nose felt sore, and he wiped away the tears that fell unconsciously with his hands. I thought, well, this song is really hypocritical. She thought of the boy she loved a long time ago.