How many people have come and gone in your life, how many people have touched you, relied on you, how many people have left traces on your youth, how many people have made you reluctant to forget even in your dreams at midnight. Maybe there were a lot of things I couldn't ask for, but I always feel that I am very lucky. He appeared in my best years, bringing me heartbeat and sentimentality that can never be replicated in my life. Although I am not lucky enough to accompany him through the years to come, but I have had such a time, I will always remember that furry and sunny summer and that dazzling seventeen-year-old boy.
I would like to write this article to commemorate the heartbeat and bravery of my youth that will never come back. My six years. The boy I liked.
CHW.
I spent 6 years trying to forget a young man, but I still couldn't let him go, so I decided to use small words to discipline this period of youth that will never come again, and commemorate our best years with you and me.