I vaguely remember that day, when the willow trees swayed gracefully in the summer sunshine;
I vaguely remember the shock, and my eyes sparkled in the eyes of a group of curious eyes.
The place in her heart that originally belonged to her is still aching.
I just pity the guitar that has been covered with a layer of dust in the corner.
Fortunately, when the lights went out, there were shadows all around. Oh, they were all shadows.
Purpose: To commemorate myself