At first it was green, but it was thirsty.
Sometimes soft, sometimes lingering.
Sometimes radical and restless.
All the way, one fold, one draw.
Concave and convex, compact structure.
Sometimes you are carefree, sometimes you indulge.
Sometimes I am confused, sometimes I cry casually.
Sometimes, it's better not to care, notoginseng, 2 1
12 Zodiac, sheep? A tiger? or ...
You must experience youth.
Send you nine words.
Youth is a song that is not old.