A magical guitarist suddenly appeared at an art festival in No. 7 Middle School. Everyone was talking about his origins. Some said he was the youngest son of a wealthy family. Some said he escaped from abroad and went his own way.
With an umbrella, he acquiesced in allowing her to break into his wandering world, because at some point the little girl brought him great courage and he wanted to plan her in his future.
"Don't leave, I'm not looking for you anymore." Why did he just want to run away when we met again? He obviously couldn't bear to let her cry, but his mouth was like a knife, piercing her heart with each sentence.
After many years, he felt that she had changed a lot. She was no longer the little girl who only cried to express her emotions when she encountered problems. Was she still willing to get involved? Neither of them seemed to understand what they were feeling.
"I'm sorry that I broke into your world rashly"
Tempting, these two words are too unfamiliar to me. I don't want you to remember me and I don't want you to hate me. Forget me. Just forget me completely.
It seems that I have long been accustomed to a life of wandering. Only you and I dare not leave traces of anything in this world. I will give you my words. Let it grow as much as you want. The boy in your memory will always be waiting for you in Kailash. I only want to turn into picks to accompany you.
Purpose: cherish the present moment