Youth Pain Collection

The east corner has passed away, and the mulberry trees are not too late. I suddenly thought of this sentence recently, and I was actually moved by it. But the fists around me were so strong that I curled up and didn't dare to move rashly. Did I expect too much? Or maybe my needs were too high, and I invested all I had, the only emotion I had in this empty suitcase, but got no response. No reply for a year, No reply for three years, No reply for ten years, ... If I don't live up to it, what else can I do? My love, if I don't live up to it, what else can I do?