You are my sun.

There is such a person, I don’t know how many times I have written, but I still want to write when I think about it.

We are all nothing special, we are all crazy teenagers, in the season of blooming; we all have our own classes and our own lives, which are catching up with the season of overflowing emotions; we will always be self-righteous and greedy for those beautiful emotions. After leaving each other, they encountered a threshold that they dared not face...