Sixteen or seventeen is the age we live in now. Days like this would be unreal when made into a movie. In contrast, there are not many soundtracks here, and the other accompaniments are pure music. So even the heartbeat and breathing, kisses and cicadas, every voice of youth has become very real. Along with the irritability that is characteristic of summer, there are clear and indelible sounds in those gaps that do not belong to sound. as you can imagine. It's you, pondering how to kill every sound of summer.
The plot is also very simple. Youth is not about twists and turns. The so-called decadent youth tablets are
addicted to smoking, alcoholism, pills, drugs, and desperate sex, which do not belong to youth. The heroine said, if you are seventeen years old, just thinking about going to college, you are still not a virgin, and is there any way to pee in a straight line, then you are a happy child.
Youth is obsession, I am to you, you are to me. Or forked in very different directions, this obsession is still sweet. I collect your ballpoint pen and use it to write a full page of your name. I secretly collected the bottle you drank from and put my lips on it, imagining you kissing me. I like you for so long,
but you don't even know it.
For so long, you still don't know my name.
Type O, Scorpio.
Guys so close to us. Impulsive, persistent, late blooming.
A girl so close to us. Worrying, sensitive, precocious,
I cycled through the road I named Sunshine, and you followed me. We race to see who is faster than who. You stubbornly believe in this game, and I just think, you'll wait for me when you arrive first, and you'll catch up when you're behind. We must be able to arrive at the same time.
So, three years, five years, seven years, or even longer. Although unforeseeable, we will all remember each other.
I close my eyes and can't see my future self, but I see you.
At that time, you will be the prince in the hearts of more people.
But you said, this summer, nothing to do. But there will always be something left. What is left, what kind of adult will become.
What you leave behind is what you will become.
blue door. If so, after my seventeen, it won't close either.
So I admit, summer can be blue too. I have a day that loves blue. I also have a day when I like blue.
When I think of "Midsummer Light Years", it is full of youthful looks. "Midsummer Light Year" is an impulsive red youth, and "Blue Door" is a regular blue youth. Or maybe I advocate red human nature, such impulses and rules are sometimes needed at the same time.
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