Friend
Everything we talked about before counts
even though
We are now in separate ways
Or close at hand
We didn't see each other again
Didn't pull any more
Friends have a thought for each other
The time we used to spend together at that time was also called years
Time is gone, years are not sparing
The bragged bull can also be called an ideal
Now mostly
They all became the whistling and shouting of the wine table after pushing the cups and changing the cups
We've grown up, we've matured
But we are even more at a loss
Bulls and ideals are shattered
It's a lot of excitement
With the muddy and strong smell of wine, the brain shattered to the ground
Still friends
merely
Each has its own life, each has its own thread brain
By chance, see you once in a while
It's time to talk about it, it's time to make a fuss, it's not to make people laugh