I like to listen to music, which accompanies me with joys and sorrows. One day I got tired of all the music and only felt noisy.
When I am in a daze, the fireworks bloom; when spring comes, I forget the brightness it brings. The rouged faces, our faces, sing about the rainy weather, so at times like this, we realize that we come from different worlds.
I couldn't bear to see him live like this, so I bought him a bouquet of white roses tomorrow.
Purpose: Youth and life