Youth

In youth, there is an old alley, where old stories are beautifully told. I had no intention of mistaking your youth, and a lifetime of entanglements was nothing more than clouds and mist. Life is like a gift, why are you suffering so much? Strings on strings and harps, parting in life and death. "If everyone is an excerpt, leaving the brightest part in other people's lives, if the world loses the beauty of makeup, will there still be emotional performances..." - Excerpt The outline of this article is complete and updated. Concept: Life is like a play, I always love to act out suffering