I never felt that this was a wrong farce, young and ignorant, we breathed close together, and your heartbeat in my memory will always be accompanied by the messy and wildly growing weeds. But I never think that love must be deception or submissiveness. It's you who complains about every moment you spend with me. Don't lie and say you are still in love, just like the departing migratory bird that is temporarily attached to the withered autumn.
Concept: The initial appearance of love, age is not a problem, career is not distance