The maple leaves fade in the diary
The once fiery life
Breathing in the winter skirt
Can you still see it?
Those innocent eyes
Those years of emptiness and reality
The sunshine in April is a little ambiguous, a little unfinished, and there are some indescribable flavors mixed into it.
That kind of warm touch makes people's soul and body feel buried in a lazy emotion. It seems that there are traces of faint sadness, seeping out from the bones, blending into the blood, and flowing back to the heart... Just like Mansfield's sigh, clear and slightly bitter. It's also like Taiyi's mass, which is gentle and leisurely, not lacking in holiness, but squeezes out the sensitivity and decadence of the entire season.
Perhaps, the dance music of youth should not just be a waltz, but also have more moving melodies. However, often our stories cannot be arranged and performed according to our own ideas.
In fact, when people are rebellious at a rebellious age, they are not rebellious for the sake of rebellion. Many times, it is just because they carry too many wounds and pains, and carry too much baggage that does or does not belong to them, that they break out hastily after reaching a certain extreme...
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