We used to sit together and read poetry. I like it more. I said: "What can I do to keep you?"
He read after me and turned the page he liked: "You will give me the shore of your life that you do not own."
Yu Baichen said that there will always be someone who will be the hero of life.
He and I ran in the dark night, shouting and laughing in the deserted streets with our hands raised, until our desperate venting turned into tears all over our faces. I choked and accidentally made a sound, feeling my heart beat too fast from the drink. He wants to come and help me. I said I wasn't drunk. My tears couldn't stop flowing when I said these words. He looked at me and said, Xiaoyu, you cry every time, you cry every time.
But I am not a bird that soars into the sky. On the way to exile, I only learned to be silent, like a butterfly fluttering tears.
Bai Chen, I am the worst student in love.
Intention: I am a poor student in love.
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"Sonic Sea"
Summer beach.
It seemed wonderful to meet again. To be more precise, it was a destined arrangement. At least I haven't imagined this.
Noisy, sea breeze, salty.
The water in the wine glass is crystal clear, and I watch your Adam's apple rolling. It seems that just like before, what is inappropriate is that we have been separated for too long.
"Love me?"
"It's okay."
Vague answer. I get it, we get it too. While this summer night has not burned out yet, Yu Baichen, please be brave and please hold me firmly again.
We are not irresponsible.
Young and energetic, you hug me.
The summer night and the rooftop seemed too long ago. I was neither brave nor decisive. When I was young, I subconsciously took two steps back to give myself a little leeway. I repeatedly emphasized and warned myself to chalk it up to a temporary mistake.
Young people love immaturity. It's not that I'm powerless, it's that I don't have the courage to take that step. In the end, the person I couldn't forget was me.
No one can tell what identity I have been standing by for many years. The two of us are like lotus roots that cannot be cut cleanly. No one is willing to tear off the thin threads, and we are just confused.
Blessings and greetings.
Yu Baichen.
You cried faintly when you answered the phone. Do you ever regret it? I don't understand, we were all too young at that time, thinking that a simple promise is eternity, that love is great.
But I am small.
We grew up in a busy way, and through the gaps in time, I also saw you when you were young.
Now you are on this beach, drinking with me in the sea breeze, fading some of the shadows of youth, no longer ignorant, of course, so am I.
I have regained the long-lost courage and no longer speculate or define at will. Like.
So Yu Baichen.
Please. Trouble.
Join me in the sonic sea of this summer night.
/Xianghua
"Sonic Sea" Summer beach. It seemed wonderful to meet again. To be more precise, it was a destined arrangement. At least I haven't imagined this. Noisy, sea breeze, salty. The water in the wine glass is crystal clear, and I watch your Adam's apple rolling. It seems that just like before, what is inappropriate is that we have been separated for too long. "Love me?" "It's okay." Vague answer. I get it, we get it too. While this summer night has not burned out yet, Yu Baichen, please be brave and please hold me firmly again. We are not irresponsible. Young and energetic, you hug me. The summer night and the rooftop seemed too long ago. I was neither brave nor decisive. When I was young, I subconsciously took two steps back to give myself a little leeway. I repeatedly emphasized and warned myself to chalk it up to a temporary mistake. Young people love immaturity. It's not that I'm powerless, it's that I don't have the courage to take that step. In the end, the person I couldn't forget was me. No one can tell what identity I have been standing by for many years. The two of us are like lotus roots that cannot be cut cleanly. No one is willing to tear off the thin threads, and we are just confused. Blessings and greetings. Yu Baichen. You cried faintly when you answered the phone. Do you ever regret it? I don't understand, we were all too young at that time, thinking that a simple promise is eternity, that love is great. But I am small. We grew up in a busy way, and through the gaps in time, I also saw you when you were young. Now you are on this beach, drinking with me in the sea breeze, fading some of the shadows of youth, no longer ignorant, of course, so am I. I have regained the long-lost courage and no longer speculate or define at will. Like. So Yu Baichen. Please. Trouble. Join me in the sonic sea of this summer night. /Xianghua