was sitting on the battery car, the wind was blowing, she was riding seriously in front, her black hair was blowing in the wind on my face, there were very few pedestrians on the road that day, but there were many cars parked on the roadside. .
There are red cherries hanging on the tree, which are very similar to her blushing look, delicate, but so touching. The trees bear the fruits of midsummer, and she is the one standing under the trees.
That day I said I was leaving, and she chased me. Seeing her nervousness, my heart felt like a ripe cherry, very sweet.
And because of countless temptations and doubts about her love for me, I lost her in the long river of time.
Every time I think about it, I feel regretful. If I had been more sensible at the time, I would have quarreled less with her, and I would have lost her in the long river of time. Saying hurtful words to irritate her might not lead to the current result.
I like her song "Fruits of Midsummer". That voice and that serious profile are like the meridians in the body, engraved deep in my heart.
I don’t know how many times I have disturbed her and pestered her, maybe to make her feel bored! But I remember her, remember her goodness, remember everything about her, except when she was here, why not cherish it!
