When the sound of the wind mixed with the fragments of memory fades away, and when I can no longer grasp the details that once moved me when I think about it, I realize that everything has settled.
Those frivolous feelings wandering in the barren years, those days with bright smiles, those people who were by your side and thought they would never be far away, are now scattered to which corner of the world?
Youth is an inevitable typhoon in life and the most beautiful song in life.
All this is copied by words on the drawing board of time, transformed into the warmest colors in life, which last forever.
After recalling the frivolous and weak love written wantonly, the heavy and intimate friendship, and the warm and unconscious family affection, looking back at the warm years at that time, in fact, youth has always been as bright as a song.
Ps: This article is just a warm youth story. There is love in the abuse, and there is abuse in the love. The heroine is not stupid or naive.
If you don't like it, go out and turn right.