Lin Shushu's girlhood was red. She loved, hated, regretted, and let go passionately, like a wildly growing rose. It may not be gorgeous, but it is public enough. She was covered in thorns, but she wanted to hug him.
Is there such a person? He has passed through the long torrent of time and came back to the light, carrying the past years with him.
He has no fixed abode, always comes to your mind at night when there is no one around, and stays on your fingertips.
He is unable to love, he is the whole youth.
Purpose: Face your voice bravely