[Updated every Saturday and Sunday before twelve o'clock] Time is so fast, but it is so long, so long that it is like a movie with no ending. My love is the same, it is hidden in my best youth, and youth is always an unsolvable proposition.
The roots of love planted when we were young slowly grow up over time, and the roots are endless and the love is not yet complete.
Teenage love is so sincere, hidden in every look I look at you, in every dream full of longing, and in my heart. Maybe in the end, all I have to wait for is myself staying where I am to pay for this careful love. Spend your youth.
How many decades can a person's life last? You have been hidden in my life for a long time. There are no detours in life, they are all your own choices, and you have to bear everything for your previous choices. There are more than ten thousand days and nights. What can I do to relieve myself? I just hope that the winds of the four seasons can take away all my regrets when they come.
Philosophy: The regret of secret love in youth will gradually come to an end in reunions again and again.