This is my first time writing, my writing style is childish, please forgive me·
When I was young, you were young and I was young too. I didn't understand love or life. I just relied on fate and ignorant mood~
Especially when I was young, I left behind a slowly curling warmth...
There are some loves that I never had the chance to love, and when I got the chance, I no longer loved them.
Life is always ironic sometimes. ¬ A turn around may mean a lifetime.
A new pit has been opened: the beautiful woman sees through the autumn water
Intention: