Bad temper,
I am so small-minded,
I don't know how to write "A thin stream of water lasts a long time",
If you can't accept it,
Everyone be well.
——Zhou Shi, do you believe in love at first sight? What a coincidence, you don't believe it either.
——The warmth of the sun outside the house is not as good as yours, the breeze in my ears is not as good as yours, and the fragrance of flowers and birds singing in June is not as good as yours.
Only those pure white gardenias and unprincipled preference are worthy of you.
——I hope you will be free.
——Will you remember me?
——I have been planning on you for a long time, and I can't help myself.
It's up to you, and I'm so panicked that I don't know how to deal with myself.
--I miss you.
In the season when the wind blows.
This is a story that can be short or long,
This is a story that can be very sweet or very sad.
This is a boring story written by a boring person.
In that story,
The warm sun weaves the most gorgeous cage,
The fragrance of gardenia flows through a gentle time,
Long hair kisses the unconscious wind.
They are like children held by the last tenderness,
Their story, no more, no less, ten and one year.
If you can accept my immaturity,
If you can accept the occasional embarrassment,
At least... I won't let you down.
Purpose: Bury freedom