I posted what I wrote on the campus BBS.
A stranger replied: I can't understand your words, but there is no doubt that they are a kind of transparent beauty, subtle and sad.
Haha, I met my soulmate by chance.
I am now used to using words that only I can understand or that I don't understand to describe life as a piece of sadness. This is a habit I developed inadvertently after going to college. This habit has hung a touch of light sadness on the tail of my youth and I can't get rid of it. I said.
Is it for those passers-by in life?
It no longer seems important who I was raised for, because they have all stopped in my life, so it is inevitable for them to leave their mark on my heart. I am stubborn in my beliefs that I can't tell whether I am right or wrong.
You are a child who cannot live without love, please remember: Angels don't cry.
He didn't know, but after he said this, I burst into tears.
I named the book to commemorate my literary friends, thank you.