The love of my youth is like a wildfire in the wilderness, which seems to be inexhaustible and inexhaustible. But when my youth is like the wind, gently passing by, even if it can leave a few traces, it will be covered with dust by time. Later, the breeze will still blow through the weeds in the wilderness. But they no longer move with the wind, and have long since abandoned the arrogance they had at that time. They just take root deeper and deeper, until there is no trace left of the wildfire called "like". It seems that in our prime youth, there has never been a case of "like". The current "war and chaos" seems like that "love" was a dream. It just so happens that the youth in the dream is still the same. As you smile, my heart is on fire. When I wake up from the dream, you have already passed by my world. Those evenings that are privately owned by love have faded when I take them out.
Intention: Taking the initiative is my greatest sincerity