The rain at the end of the seventeenth year hits everyone. Maybe we have all imagined what kind of person we want to be in the future. When we reach the end, we find that the destination has already been marked.
What a pity, spending a long time running towards a coordinate that I will not be reconciled to. It grows according to rules in a square frame, leaving only regrets that are thinner than fog.
But meeting you made me realize that only after running through mistakes can I feel that youth is worthwhile.
The only half of me in the world who is exactly like me——
Give me a hug, you have the warmest embrace in the world, softer than feathers.
Flying with you, even if there is only a fixed course, I am the happiest bird in the world.
Purpose: love and freedom