You once said to me,"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."”It was a simple sentence with a steady tone. The only flaw was that the trembling ending split in the evening air. You don’t know, but I already liked you at that time. But why did we end up like this?
If we had persisted a little longer back then, would our ending have been different?
Love blooms, but flowers also wither. Spiders mercilessly sealed up the stove, and the ashes sighed with the sorrow of poverty. Finally, we are all tired. And so we broke free that summer.
This was the only thing that happened in the relationship of youth. It was so noisy, but in the end, it was silent and no one knew. "So, my dear, let’s not be sad and live well.#