There is a period of time in our lives when we are young and romantic, the furry horse is frivolous, the horse is dressed in bright clothes and the horse is angry, and we sing about love and hate.
Their figures must have flown through your mind before
A. B. C. D, etc. Are you, me, him, youth that is either covered in dust or shining brightly.
This is their story and our years
I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine, but it turns out not to be the same. Youth Travel
May you brush away the dust in the story and find yourself