See My Beautiful Scenery Through Sadness

The injury of youth When you go out, there is a bright sun Thinking about it, it seems that I will always be that tiny particle of dust in front of him. No matter it blooms or not, no matter how bright the flower blooms, it is only mine, not ours. After all, he and I are parallel lines that cannot intersect, and he and I never use the word "we". Was it because I was too young? Or have we not seen each other for so long that we can no longer imagine it? I can't remember what he said. I just remember that I laughed uncontrollably, as if I had never laughed before. Smile, laugh, laugh until you can't breathe.