Puxia

Our youth is a melodious song, a seemingly desperate tribute, exuding a touch of sadness. We have been looking for that so-called similar person, cherishing each other, but never looking back, and never regretting it. Warmth meets, defeats the enemy, and is difficult to give up in the end. The love and friendship that have been engraved in my heart have become mottled and become a wound across my heart in the coming summer. I grew up in cruelty. When I look back, someone finally gave me a beautiful scene with dandelions in full bloom. Eternally swaying in my cold heart. I, finally, threw away all loneliness?????? Fortunately, it started with tragedy and ended with joy.