"Xiaoyu, after all, I... Can't survive this disaster..."
This summer, Xiaoyu is 18 years old and I am 19 years old.
I confessed my love to her.
She looked at me with a smile on her face, her eyes should be full of joy.
His face was just slightly pale, wrinkled and chapped.
——She died in the year when I loved her most.
And I will be lonely until dawn for only half my life.
Short essay, BE candied
Purpose: Pursuing light and love