I covered my teeth and waited, waiting.
No one knows whether the flowers will bloom or not.
But the tree will always remember.
Those who have passed by still cannot forget the midsummer when I was 17 years old, and the name that disappeared from the bottom of my heart that summer.
I am a poet writer, the rest are just passing lines of poetry, and he is the title page of my memory.
I would like to write this article to remember the youthful time of the author and his ex-lover, and to say goodbye to those who passed by in his youth.
Purpose: Youth Literature