Youth is a bright sadness - the fourth dimension
The jumping thoughts, the arrogant years, and the fearless smile are like water, gone.
Maybe the past is really like a song. We can look back at the melody of the song, but we can no longer have the mood when singing. Maybe this is how growth is
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Ah! Why hasn't it been updated? Please update please!
Ah! Why hasn't it been updated? Please update please!