Fifteen-year-old courage has run out, seventeen-year-old man willful, now only left to think twice, growing, losing, receiving, growing. But people can't go on romantically forever, that will lead to self-destruction, romance is next to the water word, will drown people, people will eventually enter a rule system, the so-called free to do as you want without fishing gear.
People, like sycamores, can barely stand when their hearts are empty, and others think that it will sprout next spring, but in fact it will die that winter.
No matter what we end up like, the good that was once good to you is true, even if there is a dispersion, don't live up to the encounter, I hope you don't regret knowing me, it is really happy, if you can go back to the past, I will choose not to know you, not that I regret it, it is that I can't face the end now.