The heartbeat of young people is like weeds, which cannot be burned out by fire but will grow again when the wind blows.
He never confessed, and she had no way of responding.
The stars are dotted with it, the cicadas chirp and they sigh, and the waves move across the silent and vast night sky under the street lamps,
Only one person is left, wandering alone in the summer night
"This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time."
Intention: Next time you meet someone you like, don't be so harsh, you'll miss it.