A Summer of Smiles

The writing here is not flashy, just plain and simple. I like elegance, which is a kind of loneliness about the pain of youth. Along the way, we gained a lot, but we also lost a lot. The things left behind are more precious than each other. Spring has just arrived, but I still want to say good morning to summer. Because in this spring, many things have ended long ago, including my love and the youthful frivolity that was too late to stay. In the dream, we started running on the road, running as hard as we could. We all run very fast. As if chasing something. It's like I'm escaping from something. What are you chasing? What are you escaping from?