When I was eight years old, I found a crying little boy in the back mountain.
He sat alone among the flowers
I feel like I found a lost deer
A novel treasure
Then he became my new neighbor
The two of us spend time together
From eight years old to twenty-three years old
I'm just living my life
And he's in my life
Like all sunshine and lunch
He's not that nice, he often makes me sad and angry
He is so crybaby and clingy and not brave at all
But I don't want to be with anyone else except him
Growing up with him is the best life I can imagine
A story about companionship, growth and love
The seasons change, but you remain the same
Concept: Love is everywhere
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Post it here, I think it's pretty good ~ the writing is a bit cute.
Post it here, I think it's pretty good ~ the writing is a bit cute.