Push open the window and look at the white birds in the sky, remembering your minty smile. That's when you ran around the playground and shouted, I love you, do you know it.......
Is there such a song that takes you back to your youth, to that love-hate years of innocence?
Another spring breeze rose, the spring breeze woke up the dormant insects, the grass woke up, the small flowers, the willow tops, and the ......
The spring breeze is full of vitality, I still remember that it was also spring, we met at the corner of the library, the sun shines on the tips of your youthful hair, your smile is like a white orchid in bloom, the smile is written on the face, and the corners of the mouth are raised in a beautiful arc. I haven't seen an angel, but after you appeared, I was sure that you were the angel of the legend, and I thought that I had a good concentration and I was in a trance.
At that time, we were not afraid of anything. Watching the coffee-colored sunset go down again, you said you want to love all the time. That's it, never apart, we're all good boys. The whimsical child believes that love can last forever. We are all good children, the kindest children. Remembering the ...... that hurt us
The green campus left the footprints we walked side by side, and my heart was full of joy, the corner of the library, under the eaves of the tavern, watching the sunset, we thought how good it would be forever.
A simple feeling, enjoy the morning sunshine, breeze, rain and dew, dusk together. Such a desire is not considered greedy. But why do you have to wait for a long time, and you have to wait until there is no way back, only to know that what you once gave up with your own hands will never be encountered again in the days that follow.
We're all good kids, the most innocent kids. Brilliant and lonely and distant, we are all good children. The loveliest children are together and cry for happiness.
Youth, like a grand and gorgeous play, has different scripts, everyone plays their own role, has a different mental journey, but has the same sorrow.
Maybe we are not wrong, but we have forgotten our original attachment, it is just that time has made us miss it, but reality, distance, it seems that it is just an illusion, but it is so unforgettable. One day, I saw a similar back in the crowd, knowing that the sea was without you, but I still stubbornly followed it quietly, so that at the intersection of spring I forgot the original direction.
Early in the morning, the sun was shining. Through the gap in the window, it shines into the heart. Another spring day, bidding farewell to those so-called sad and chic, the slightly cool fingertips began to have a warm temperature. I think it's time for a fresh start.
The rush of time has taken away too much, our story is like rolling water, and your back is like a world that has long forgotten your name and my voice. The years are like songs, and youth is like dreams. Our story is finally over. That green love is like a transparent crystal, warm and sad.
Push open the window and look at the white birds in the sky, remembering your minty smile. That's when you're running around the playground and shouting, "I love you, do you know...... (The picture comes from the Internet invasion and deletion)