Someone might want to write a postcard of Mayday’s lyrics a few days before going back to school.

1. Ruyan - Is there such a bookmark that stops that day, the most innocent smile and the most beautiful year. The schoolbags are filled with cakes and pops, and our eyes are full of innocence and innocence, making us lawless.

2. The Song of Laughter and Forgetting - The sad ones have all been forgotten. I only remember this Song of Laughter and Forgetting. That year, the sky was very high, the wind was clear, and I felt happy from head to toe.

3. Time machine - the sunlight shatters in the familiar scene, so quiet. How many past events can be carried by one person is really not light. Whose smile, whose warm palm, I am fascinated, the scars seem to have become the past.

4. Post-adolescent poetry - when the smoke drifts away with the morning light, the lake beside my pillow has dried up, the expectation has degenerated into waiting, and I say goodbye suddenly.

5. Interview with the Vampire at Night - Watching the people I loved say goodbye one by one, and the dreams I had once withered one by one, leaving only the thousand years of my life alone.

6. You are not truly happy - you endure it quietly, holding yesterday tightly in your fist, and the sweeter the memory, the more hurtful it is, and the more densely packed it is in the palm of your hand. Deep and shallow cuts.

7. Contentment - finally your figure disappears at the end of the crowd, and then you realize that crying with laughter is the most painful thing.

8. Crazy world-if you say regret, will everything go backwards? The memories are so beautiful and life is so embarrassing. Why does this world always make people feel sad? I can’t understand it, and I don’t want to understand it.

9. Midsummer Light Years - the destruction of my pride, the ordinaryness that I hate, only then do I remember that those are my favorites. Let Midsummer have fun and let the cruel future go light years away.

10. Hug - Yesterday is too close, tomorrow is too far, listen silently to the dark night. The evening breeze kissed all the lotus leaves, leaving me drunk by the pool.