I only love sad words, but I also have an extremely bright heart. The two extremes collided, and my fingers began to dance on the keyboard endlessly, and I accidentally fell into the trap of words.
A piece of candy, a summer, a story. Walking in the season of love. Pick the fragrance of summer with your bare hands and kiss - the sweet candy. I really don't know, the story will eventually end, and there will always be more than one protagonist.
So, I missed the past in vain and picked up the fragments of memory. In the end, the disaster dragged me into a black hole of pain, freezing my memory and forgetting the past...