I always reminisce, often sigh and miss you repeatedly, and I don't think I am a nostalgic person. In fact, memories just represent that time was too good. The hot youth can no longer flow unscrupulously. Every time at this time, my heart always feels a slight pain. Before I have time to appreciate it, the beauty in life has passed away.
For me, the world is always too hard. For a while, it was inevitable that I would be overwhelmed, but I gritted my teeth and got over it all, but where are you?