Dawn is coming, and the meteors in the night sky flash past. Beside the grassy mountains, you and I are lying. This is the fifth season of secretly falling in love with you. I know it will never come, but I look at you silently, hoping that you will look back. Even if you are slightly closer, my heart will sway with the wind until the sea of clouds in the sky, never stopping.
The front of the train drove towards the clouds, and we never saw each other again amid bursts of laughter...
Purpose: youth pain literature