Fifteen years old was the first time we met, flying like butterflies and crashing into the young man's heart. The paper plane of that year flew by, and the young man's pious heart flew into the wind. We will be together forever. The paper plane flew away with the wind.
Seventeen years old, it is another spring. The sunshine outside the window flashes into the eyes of the young man like the butterflies of that year. It is the arrival of spring and butterflies as expected, and the spring of that year reunites with them.
Twenty-six years old, that winter...
By the way, I would like to recommend "The Sunrise in the Clouds" that I just wrote.
I'm working hard on editing, but my writing is really bad! !
A little crazy (O? O)
Purpose: Express your yearning for high school
