When I was in high school, I watched idol dramas on TV with my dad. Then I missed meeting him... Them. Saw it by chance many years later. It turns out that my father was also watching idol dramas at that time.
Many times, the fate we yearn for often just passes us by. When we look back, the days are like faded sheets. We clearly remember the original color but can never change it. The most fearful thing about life is that it comes and goes. I thought that once I had it, it would be forever, but in fact, if it is gone, it is gone. There is no such thing as forever.
Looking back at what I have written, I feel sad, happy, depressed... It turns out that a small heart can hold so many things. Later, I no longer paid attention to anything easily. I was very afraid of feeling like I was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't get out, but the quagmire didn't take me seriously.
Those boys in the past have been taken away by time. Sometimes when I think of them, I will smile and say, those are mine, mine, just mine... My boys. Then think about him like looking at the sunset in the photo... They are not sentimental, but they just don't want to forget. The memories left behind will pop up from time to time, disturbing my heart that I thought was mature and calm. I really want to compose a song for my memory, but the only tune I can remember is... Hey yo hey eh yo hey eh yo hey eh yo hey...
There is love in the world but it is not forever. I am still wondering whether to rank Sakuragi Hanamichi behind Sendo or in front of Rukawa Kaede. So childish, but true. Cold, sunny, proud... Each one is mine, my boy.
Although the world is changing from time to time, I still love that song, hey hey hey hey hey... If I could finish saying I love you before I was eighty years old, I wouldn't have to go to so much trouble to find someone and let him listen to my nagging for half a century.
The TV series my father was watching at that time was called "Soldier Assault". I watched it over and over again and thought over and over again that this was obviously an idol drama. Then something confused me again. Should I be a persistent fan of Lao A, or should I go visit Lao Qi's post bar...
O(∩_∩)O, my boy is still here...
This is a story about loving and being loved...
Ming Lele, I hate your stacked names. No matter how angry you are, your momentum will weaken when you shout...
Liao Qingcang, follow me to ensure that your happiness will never end and your happiness will be boundless.
This is a story about the second female lead and the second male lead... In fact, the difference between the number one and the second male lead is only the storyteller... And the person listening to the story. If you like, passers-by A, B and C can be the protagonists...
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