I once thought that the passing water was like the passing of time, but now I know that the passing of time is like the passing of water. The ambiguity of youth, the heartbreaking feelings, how do you ask people to express their feelings, how do you ask people to recall them.
That year has gradually gone away, and the sentimentality of my youth occasionally lingers in my heart, and I can't let it go. Spring is here again, and I wonder if I have the same mood, and whether I will think of me occasionally.
Conception: