Innocent, youthful and beautiful

Walking through the familiar intersection,

Thinking of the faults of those youth years,

We are not wrong,

It’s over.

The wind has blown,

Even the sky that was once so blue,

It also looks so embarrassing.

The wind has blown,

Let us use the last heart,

Holy prayer.

The red face is innocent, but the youth is too beautiful.

The beauty of drunken dreams.

First day: Sugar Yuqing