New colors are added to the notebook of memory every day, and the colors of youth are even more colorful.
Do you still remember the dreamy color of youth?
The past is like running water, the past is like smoke and clouds
Back then, we were young and frivolous, and we would sacrifice everything for love. In the end, we were bruised and bruised, but we still didn't want to let go.
It's like being addicted to eating chestnuts, but nothing is retained. If I had understood earlier, I would have never touched that kind of thing.
But who can resist that temptation? So beautiful.
It's a pity that all of us lost everything from the beginning to the end. The crystal cups in the gift shop were broken on the ground, but no one picked them up.
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