The taste of youth, slightly sweet, salty with a little tear. Those little thoughts of secret love are like a gust of fresh wind blowing through the corners of the young man's white shirt; like a ray of sunshine in front of the window, shining on his hair and face; like a soft song, playing softly in each other's hearts. During those days, we had regrets, but we were also thankful. Fortunately, I met you at this age.
Han Boqian × Man Gypsophila, HE
Purpose: Telling about what was missed and what was not missed in youth