last night
越来越觉得，你并不仅仅是在为自己而活。
两年整，落叶归根。
It’s neither a classic nor a rebel. It is a series of memory pieces about our youth. The moment we got bullied, the lost friend we used to share everything with, the song we looked for forever, the secret crush we had, the kiss we could never forget. Bitter sweetness.
不如不见
只是有太多遗憾，早已无法弥补。
I wish I was emotionless.
