Simple and Quiet

The boy I like comes from the sky, He had no intention of overturning the candle and igniting the twilight in my eyes. A boy is a boy, They are not happy to see the spring breeze, not annoyed to see the summer cicadas, not sad to see the autumn wind, not sighing to see the winter snow, lazy to notice when they are full of wealth, and dare not face injustice, just because they are young people. [Introduction content is excerpted from the Internet] Intention: I like you, it has nothing to do with you, emotional sustenance