YAB

I remember when I first met as a teenager, and the green brush stained the hazy picture album; Reminiscing about the boy's reunion, he pointed out the annoying dilemma with a cheerful expression. The first meeting is like wine, mellow and intoxicating, there is no doubt that I fall in love with you; Goodbye is like a musical note, jumping up and down, sweating, and full of youth. Simple joy, just one look, lasts a lifetime.