Their story is like a song.
"Youth" - Mao Buyi
Just forget it. How can you forget it?
The dark green entanglement is yours
The songs flowing in front of the window and the flowers blooming on the paper
Where has the wind of time taken it?
Just forget it. How can you forget it?
The dim yellow affection is yours
The fire ignited at the fingertips, the astringency in the throat
The stars in my pupils are falling
Do you always have some regrets? Do you always have some regrets?
The most sincere words were not written down
The embarrassment before meeting, the cheers before separation
It was also carved into my bones. After all, it cannot be as if it is something or not.