Our youth is beginning to take shape, and our youth is a little confused.
I have been writing about the book "Weimang, Weimang" for a long time. The good-looking books are the same, but the interesting copywriting is different. If you don't like it, don't criticize it. I hope you will like the humorous and cruel love. The following is a guide to the direction of the article.
My world still leaves the door open for you, but your world no longer allows me to stop.
After doing this bowl of black dog blood, life will continue.
The memories of the past remain, but you have never dreamed of them.
I am afraid of your sudden visit, and I am not the one who is afraid of your sudden visit.
If you regret it for a long time, you will be afraid of forgetting it. Your strength makes people like you, but your strength is hard for others to like.
Let you run rampant in my memory, I allow it.
I don't dare to recall the past, I shed tears too easily.
When I was young, I only knew that love was honey, unlike now, when all the sugar-coated sugar is turned into bitterness.
The sky is blue, the earth is vast, and rogues appear on the grass in the wind.
We all wait, whose world will collapse first.
One, with a clear water in his eyes, shining brightly.
One has stars hidden in his eyes and his bright eyes are deep.
The two of them thought about it and braked hard, only to realize that they couldn't fake their concern.
A knowing smile, not much words, a strong autumn mood, concern, and sweetness that first comes to my heart.
Because I love you the most, the one who hurts me the most is you, and only you.
The beer kept being refilled, trying to make the love that had not yet sprouted drunk, to numb the injured heart, and to comfort myself with a smile that it was okay.
People's first reaction is instinctive, and my first reaction is exclusive to you.
Don't you want to stay?
You didn't even explain it.
Let's just miss each other.
Concept: Everyone's youth is unique. It can be flamboyant and beginning to take shape, but it can also lead to confusion. Friendship, love, those beautiful memories always like to play tricks on the memory, and it is difficult to forget even if you want to forget them. Who will come for me in the future? Who can accompany me to the end? I want to be rebellious, but I have passed the age of committing crimes. Thanks to my youth, I once had beauty.