Some people are born with a sun in their hands and are loved by thousands of people; some people are born into darkness and ignore the world. The light leaking from the fingers illuminates the dark night, letting people know that the sky is not a dark and cold black, but a calm and gentle deep blue.
That year, he was sixteen years old.
That year, he was seventeen years old.
He is obsessed with passion and he turns a blind eye.
But he said: "You are the person I have never loved so much in my seventeen years of life."
He said: "I don't know how long I can love you. At least in the next ten years, I will not like someone as much as I like you." Although he doesn't know if he will have the next ten years.
That summer, the sky was blue, the coolness of the ice cream was mixed with the bitterness of the chocolate, and the sun shone on them, as hot as emotion.
There will undoubtedly be many summers in their lives, but none will be like this summer.
Oops, actually, I don't know what kind of copywriting I wrote, so let's just make do with it. This is my first time writing something original, so I'm not good at it, so please forgive me.
Intention: Warmth, redemption, love and being loved