I have liked that boy for three years.
Youth is scattered in the spinning time,
I still remember the raised corners of your mouth as you smiled,
You were the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
When I was young, I was so immersed in that scene that I could never get out of it.
I remember the beginning of the story,
I'm just curious about your name.
However, the beginning of the story is so beautiful,
The ending is not worthy of the beginning of the story,
In the end, the story is buried in youth.
That day I kissed the evening breeze quietly,
Because I know,
The evening breeze will blow in your face.
The breeze blew across my cheeks,
Redder than the sunset on the horizon.
Purpose: Record the best three years