The memory is like a long picture scroll, unfolding one by one in front of me, with her and me in it.
Time has changed again and again, but it's a pity that we can't go back to the past.
Knowing that this was an accident, did you want to come?
You hear, these are the thoughts of a boy.
(P. S. This article is adapted from the author's personal experience.)
Concept: love brain biss
