That year, the withered vines fell and the people finally dispersed. The youth, blood and passion that had once promised to be vigorous would not let go for a long time.
The harsh words bear in mind the frankness when turning around, and the stability of the comfort zone has already been broken by the youthfulness of helplessness.
Determined momentum clings to a fixed beginning.
Most of the mortal beings are too sincere, and most of them have not met each other, and are stuck in memories.
Sitting at my desk in eternal uncertainty, guessing the outcome but feeling ashamed, having my own selfish desires without paying for them.
Living freely in the world of Shuangli is splendid and precious.
Intention: Let the eternal banquet of youth have a perfect ending