Look at the page you opened
Already quickly filled with the confusion of life
There is a record of your happiness
There are also a few traces of your tears
you want to stop
Savor these sour and sweet sugar cubes carefully
The clock keeps ringing
Waiting for your new lines of poetry
You are maturing day by day
No more hesitation
Bow your head in the blank space of the last two lines
Gonggong filled in his dream neatly
Set sail for the next page of the book
So you solemnly made a promise to God
It won't be like the page that has been turned
What is written is only absurd
It's not the one that's open either.
All I remember is confusion
On the page that is about to be turned
I will definitely write the most brilliant lines of poetry in my life.
Good boy VS mixed girl
What will happen when a good boy turns into a gangster, and when a gangster girl goes against the trend?
Intention: If you bloom, the breeze will come.