What is crushed carefully is not a dream, but a memory
Youth is like a dream. When you wake up, it has already disappeared. It only remains in memories and photo albums. It is a past that can never be returned to.
With a quick glance that summer, the boy lost half of his heart.
That was his youth, and it was also her youth
It's just a reminiscence of another article. I plan to polish myself before writing these two books.
Intention: The future deserves better
