I Will Do a Good Deed on the Last Day

Youth is like this. As we drift away, we suddenly think of this song we once heard in the afternoon sunshine, and our noses are a little sore. My dear you, do you still remember those beautiful times? After you left, no one would call me late at night to urge me to sleep. No one would smile helplessly in front of me and then send me home. I would never act coquettishly in front of someone again. How I want to give you another hug, this time without any purpose, just like a friend, is that okay? Do you know I miss you?

Very boring