小时候,总不明白什么叫作年轻,只是感觉活着真好,可以撒娇卖萌哭哭笑笑。后来越长大越孤单,越长大越不安,单纯美好的梦被丢散在风里,说着半假半真的话,笑着,谁知道我不开心呢?学会了矫情,学会了文艺,学会了绞尽脑汁诌一些喧哗取众的句子。会在打着铁青色格子的本上写:时光好不经用。怀念好时光,读着旧时光。不会再心 As a child, I always do not understand what is young, just feel alive really good, you can sentimental selling Meng crying and laughing. Later, the more grown the more lonely, growing up more uneasy, a simple dream was lost in the wind, said half-fake half true, smiling, who knows I am not happy? Learned hypocritical, learned literature and art, learned Brains 诌 some noise to take public sentences. In the name of the teal plaid write: the time goes by. Miss time, read the old days. No longer mind