Youth is like the unspeakable lime-flavored melancholy that spreads out between the lines in your diary.
Later, after seeing all the changes in people and affairs, they maintained a tacit understanding and gradually drifted apart.
The only thing left is that you haven't forgotten to look for the paper plane that was accidentally bent on that heavy rainy day.
Because I missed the right oil-paper umbrella
So in the end I wasn't able to test fly in clear weather.
The plastic four-leaf clover always represents happiness in the innocent years.
And we are no longer the innocent age
The wind is free. The wind blowing at 45℃ seems to be stronger.
Snow is punctual. Without summer snow in the capital, we are destined not to encounter the moonlight of Jiangnan.
Maybe there really is no such thing as the best encounter. Only imperfections will lead to regrets.
If you could give us an optional farewell
It would be best to come in April when the catkins on the streets are as grand as falling snow.
Mission: Don't chase the past, seize the present, tomorrow will be brand new