The Past Events of That Year

I could still vaguely hear the call of the whistle, and the white mist lingered over the open wilderness. In the city that was gradually getting away, the girl's figure gradually disappeared. The warm scene of hugging each other with tears in their eyes on the platform is the lingering expectation in dreams and the regret that they have never had in this life. In the years when my hair is tied up, I suffocate myself first when I want to have my love interest. My heart is so pure that I don't need to hoe it. The passing encounters shine like beautiful jade.