I haven’t grown up, but I can’t be like a child any more. My heart still hurts. Even if I feel tired after crying, my heart still hurts faintly. Because we are no longer children. Without that carefree. It is the process of our life that we cannot help ourselves. Youth, a grand displacement. Everyone has a sadness that others cannot understand. Most of the time, we just miss the innocent past quietly. Then, feel the temperature and humidity of the corner of the eye, but there is no falling beads. The flowing time, the faded past, want to stay in that imaginary age forever, never know the pain of sadness. At this time, it was really not like a child, because they had learned to hide the sadness behind them with a pale smile. I suddenly feel that life is actually a game to satisfy myself, from unfamiliar to familiar, from familiar to unfamiliar. Youth way north, panruoliangdui Aurora. Life is a gorgeous funeral. People around you come and go again. However, no one can predict how long people who stop in a hurry for you will stay and what they will take away from you. So we should laugh sweetly, even if we are heartbroken. “Piece”

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