The end of youth, without saying goodbye, it is full of regret, it is like driving a fast train, the process is happy, the wind blows through the breath, the breath is sweet, but when a sudden passes, all the pleasure disappears, and all the rest is terrified.
Maybe the distance, maybe it is the disapproval of my family, I don’t know where something went wrong, I want to ask, but I don’t have the courage to ask, “Why”, just like that, you said you stopped, you stopped, you didn’t look back, I never looked back, clicked until I clicked, I will not always be fascinated by you, if you really want to change, I will change people if I can’t change, I am so interesting, it’s not my regret for anyone who missed it, but in love, I am always keeping my pride.
After all, summer becomes a story and autumn becomes a scenery. Later, standing in the bustling life, I always think of the residual heat that was left when the wind blew that summer.
I may not remember the boy's appearance, but I can never forget that summer, the noisy and unrestrained wind of the people around me, I no longer have that summer, and finally say goodbye to myself before.
