Along the way,
We're not what we used to be,
The years have taken away innocence,
All that is left is a lesson,
Glad I'm still me,
It's just that I don't expect the flowers to bloom anymore,
I no longer have the luxury of being loved.
Time can't stand up to careful calculation,
The past can't stand scrutiny,
Something that has been clinging to for a long time,
Maybe it doesn't make sense in itself.
Attachment to love is love,
Love for persistence,
It can only be regarded as a drill horn.
Not you're good,
It's good that I'm good,
But later
You'll never meet again
Someone as nice as me,
From now on, I will not be trapped by others,
Live only for yourself.
On the first day of the second half of the year,
I lost something,
I'm going to do it all over again,
From now on as free as the wind,
As romantic as a flower,
Not trapped in place,
I don't take the candy that anyone gives.
Author: Xiao Xiao
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