Ink is not inkstone, and I have thanked you

Tears floated in the wind and turned into a letter, recording the past for me, reading the yellowed thoughts that could not be sent, and permeating the restless memories in the rain —- inscription by the young man who was alone in the morning and caught the wind in the distance, there was a trace

Youth placement

As for youth, we are always losing. However, because of losing, missing and hurting, we know more about cherishing the inscription at the intersection of youth, the youth in memory came to an end temporarily, and finally became an eternal freeze. Everyone has his or her own youth, and everyone will finally find his or