Maybe I'm not qualified to comment on youth at the age of 27; maybe a person who doesn't like romance very much shouldn't do romance; maybe I reluctantly forget my youth just to commemorate my youth; maybe I just decided to pick up the pen because I wanted to clear up an unsolved concern for myself, my friends and my lover.
Although this is not a real life, it is a period of real emotions that pervades the years of youth and leaves footnotes. Therefore, I hope everyone will give me, a person who is not good at romance, a chance to romance. Maybe in forgetting, we will all find our most precious memories.
So, let me kick off this article with a poem I wrote:
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suddenly
Clear sky
you
breathed a sigh of relief
However
is resting proudly
day
It's blue
you
It's green
you and heaven
turned into brilliant
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