Young King

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Class reunion last night. I'm not there. Talking about secret love when we are sleepy, talking about love when people are not around, at least we look cute at that time. The years have passed, and the girl you miss has always been flying. The laughter of youth is like a kind of emotion, and when you are fiddling with memories, you grow old, but you have nowhere to park. In autumn, your people spend their days in vain, and the time is pale. After many years, I lost my freedom, felt helpless in my monologue, and became old. You and I, thinking of the longing girl, burst into tears instantly, hoping for a generous life, confessing to the past, and letting go of the past.