At this turbulent age, I met a young man who was high-spirited and as bright as the sun.
It's a very tacky way to strike up a conversation when you first meet someone.
He poked my back and leaned toward her and whispered, "I've seen it before."
Does your conscious or unconscious gaze really not contain any love?
How should I let go, my best 14 years old?
Like is to meet the opponent in chess, love is to be at the disadvantage.
In the end, there was not even a word of farewell.
Intention: I just want to keep my memories