哭泣,不一定代表真的伤心;微笑,不一定代表真的开心。面对年少时的轻狂与背叛,哭泣与离合,我们都是匆匆掠过,手里握着已失效的实验,感叹我们都还太年轻,无意的伤害也能留下大片的阴影。当我们的青春已落下帷幕时,亲爱的,你是否能原谅我曾经无意的伤害?你说,你最喜欢太阳,喜欢它温暖的笑容,所以你的名字叫微微,微笑的微。微微来自农村,爸爸在她未 Crying, does not necessarily mean really sad; smiling, not necessarily really happy. In the face of youthful flirting and betrayal, weeping and clinging, we all passed in a hurry, holding dead experiments in our hands and lamenting that we were still too young to have the shadow of unintentional injury. When our youth has come to an end, my dear, can you forgive me for the harm I once accidentally did? You say that you like the sun most, and like its warm smile, so your name is slight and slight. Slightly from the countryside, dad in her not yet