All the tears have also flowed out.
But I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.