After 90

After 90, we are a cloud of unpredictable clouds on the horizon, and the candle on the birthday cake. I don't want to ignite who I want to bloom for. We are just us, we don't want to be seen by anyone, we don't want to be seen by anyone. We envy those older brothers and sisters who have reached the age of 18, and they have obtained a liberation certificate. They no longer have to be called "little children". Yes, they have grown up, and we are.

We are after 90, we have been decadent, rebellious, sad, lost... We are doing what we like, and those adults judge us as rebellious. Do they really understand us? We will cry on the birthday without receiving his gift, and will doubt ourselves for a joke, but we will be complacent about the praises of others. We are so fickle.

Gradually, we fell in love with the night and fell in love with sorrow. A person is on the top of the building, plugging in headphones, listening to those sad dj, we are not happy, just like this feeling, just like a person quietly in a daze. Tired of those laughing and laughing laughter. We are too hypocritical to pretend to be in front of others, but we also feel hypocritical, but after 90 we are hypocritical. Rebellious Yes, are we annoying? One thing, we could have done very well, but for the sake of others, we have to mess it up. "The more you say, the less I do." This is what we are after 90. Not after your rebellious 90s

Some people say that after 90 is a half-bloomed, half-wilted flower. Yes, we are.

The second day of the Belling Middle School in Longchuan County: the dance