Maybe the heart is blowing
Because it is
You and I and his and her story
Stay in the depths of your memories
Never written down
Youthful years
There are always some girl's names
Appears in Diary
Carved on the desk
Wanted to get closer
But always away
Those unsent love letters
Will remind you
Which girl's shallow smile and shyness
A lifetime of ambition and a sky full of stars
Silly waiting with wandering under street lights
Who remembers
White scarf
with unfinished lines of poetry
Beige top
With the look of her eyes fluttering
The girls we chased together in those years
Become the bride of whom
That was never written
The story of the green
Like youthful youth
In the sigh of water-like age, it gradually drifted away
![When they got married in the ninth year, their wives and children affectionately sent a recipe, and the first page said "Little Ash Must Read", which is now estimated to be thrown in the face. At that time, girls could cook as if it were a dowry[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)