I never thought that a relationship could make people miss me so much. The origin of junior high school was just a farewell encounter after all. When you come, I am in chaos, and my youth has nowhere to rest. However, the world is too chaotic, and fate comes and goes, just like clouds and smoke. Fortunately, we will not see each other again for the rest of the year.
Purpose: Realistic, I want to talk about some people and things I met in my youth. The seemingly turbulent feelings at that time will eventually become calm. Sometimes the secret love in childhood is the source that inspires people to do good. Only by swallowing the sourness of secret love and the grievances of talking to oneself can it feed one's own pattern.