Old Rain Flowers in July (Completed)

No matter how many years youth has been subverted, it will never be the same again. They are all passers-by in time. Their stories are only remembered by time. They were just passers-by passing by, but they thought they would get so many looks. I thought I could impress as many people as I could with just one smile. I thought one "like" would last as long as I could be infatuated with you. Thinking that what you see is eternity. If life is just like the first time we met, why has it changed so much at that time? If we only see each other as we did for the first time, why do you need to be sad to say goodbye? =============================================================================== The crimson light is like the color of blood, like youth being cruelly cut off. We are used to burying tears in the middle of the night. We always like to express our emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, reflecting the light behind us. Finally, we can see clearly how fragile we are. Pretend to be stubborn, cover it up with a smile, but why are we getting more and more tired? Friends who love this article are welcome to join the reader group: 133684672 PS: I originally thought I could really finish writing this article, but I didn't expect that I gave up the article halfway through the climax and most exciting part. I'm really sorry for the readers who like this article. You can't see the ending. However, if I thought I would write this article again, I would definitely let you read it for free. Thank you for your encouragement.