青春是一件略带讽刺的事情。所有人都想听完美的结局,却并非每个人都得到想要的答案。于是那些完美的,变成了故事,那些不完美的,成了心事。我为你开始过许多并未开始的故事,也为你写下过难以言说的心事。如今我提起你,像一本陈年的旧账,没有强烈的笑容与眼泪,仿佛只剩下很淡很淡的感情,和一场无疾而 Youth is a slightly ironic thing. Everyone wants to hear the perfect ending, but not everyone gets the answer they want. So those perfect, into a story, those imperfect, became mind. I started a lot of you did not start the story, but also wrote you unspeakable heart. Now I bring you, like an aged old account, no strong smile and tears, as if only a very light and light feelings, and a disease without disease