That beautiful woman, if you want to cry, I want to be with you, but your indifference makes me don't know what to do. Thousands of words linger in my heart, but the words are on my lips and I can't say them out. I still smile slightly, which makes me inexplicably sad, that is early summer. I chant silently in my heart, and you are sad in my heart.
I want to say that this is just a story about youth, not too gorgeous, not too much fantasy, but just a feeling and expression of youth, a little painful, happy story. Hope you all like it.
If you could leave some comments and save them, I would be very grateful. Writing articles is really hard...
I am writing an article with all my heart, and I am writing it to all those who are troubled and sad about their youth, including myself...