That year I learned to write the word "love" stroke by stroke
In the full memory of Luoyang, there is only one Shen Song
What sprouts in my heart is that the little girl secretly likes it
Like does not mean belonging
As a child, you don't say sorry.
Even if you are a scar that cannot be erased from her heart
Fortunately, the inevitable growth has given them the opportunity to escape from the past.
So forget what should be forgotten
face
The roaring friendship and love
Unexpected guests and old friends
When a period of misty youth disperses
For whom does her flower bloom?