The best time

Hazy is the best time for people, there are shyness, there are crushes, there are fools, and you are deliberately angry. The beginning of the love sinus is both beautiful and strange, and the five tastes of the heart are mixed A small poem is given to everyone to see if it is what you were originally like.

Who's that little girl

It's deeply imprinted on my heart

The face is crimson and crimson

Eyes are sparkling

She stared at me through the window

As if I had something to say

Wait for me to push open the window

But she flew into the sky

I fell in love with her

Never forget

She was also deeply moved

Night and night to see me