I like you like the breeze blowing through the willow branches, leaving behind the bud of spring.
I like you like the warm sun in winter, leaving behind the tenderness of a whole winter.
I like you, like the bright moon in the mountains, leaving an indelible moonlight in my heart in the ravines.
"The moonlight is beautiful tonight" I like you, this sentence should be regarded as the last sentence I wrote for my youth.
The quick glance at that time has amazed me for so many years.
Intention: I only miss that period of youth