Let's get on the pumpkin carriage and start over.
In my memory, the sky is full of stars, small but bright.
You see, the story over there is beautiful, but it doesn't belong to me anymore.
Which flower has elves?
Which frog kissed the princess?
That bottle belongs to Guanyin bodhisattva
Which apple has been bitten by Snow White?
Everything went up in smoke.
Time weaves them into exquisite necklaces.
Hanging around my neck
Let me feel their presence all the time.
In midsummer, lotus flowers are in full bloom.
Two girls, sitting back to back on the grass, drinking drinks.
The white liquid and the black liquid in the straw are bubbling and know nothing about the world.
This is us.
Two children who don't have too many ideas and are trying to figure out each other's psychology.
We used to play together in the garden.
Cheer for searching the flower beds and finally finding a four-leaf clover.
Proud to find that nameless flowers only bloom against the sun.
We had problems.
then
And exchange small gifts to make up for it.
How lovely
Later, we were coaxed into school by our parents.
Only to find that adults are lying.
School is not fun at all.
However, everything is too late.
Flowers, grass and small animals were kept out of the city gate.
We have also become angels with wings.
No longer so unscrupulous.
Start studying hard
I traded fairy tales for grades.
Then, everything becomes eternal in an instant.
That's because ... ...
We all grew up quietly.
Time is rendering, and spring is blooming.