When I was seven years old, I caught a cicada in summer, thinking I had caught it all summer. When I was seventeen, I kissed your face, thinking that I could be with you forever.

Mayday-Smog I sat in front of my bed and looked out of the window, remembering that life was a gorgeous illusion. Once upon a time, thieves stole everything. When I was seven years old, I caught cicadas, thinking that I could catch summer. When I was seventeen, I kissed his face. I thought I would never change the beauty of my embrace and never break it. I can't let dangerous years ravage my face, and let life and death be in the foreseeable future. Who can hear me sitting in front of the bed and turning to see who is sleeping? That old face seems to be my closed eyes. Those who once loved me and loved me deeply surrounded my regret and attachment and turned into the last tear. Is there a tear that can wash away the regret and turn it into a heavy rain? Give me another chance to rewrite this story. I still owe him a lifetime apology. Is there a world where the planet and the sun are never dark and everything is under my command? The moon is not busy, the moon is round, the trees are not far away, and the leaves are tightly hugged. Who can hear me repeat this life in front of me? It's dark. It's dark again. Who will I be next time between heaven and earth? Is there such a rose that never fades, is proud and perfect, and is erin brockovich? Why does life end up like a piece of paper, not as bright as petals? Is there such a bookmark to stop that day, the simplest smiling face and the most beautiful year? The schoolbag is full of cakes and soda, and our eyes are only ignorant and naive, so that we can't rule. Is there such a poem that youth can't find an end? Boys and girls all have guitars and dancing shoes, laughing and forgetting that the pain in the world is only sweet. Will this kind of thing start again tomorrow? Let me feel yesterday's profligacy again. Whether I live or die, I won't waste it, and I won't let the story have so many regrets. Who can hear me? Don't say goodbye. I sat in front of the bed and looked at my fingertips. Please click adopt in the lower right corner. Thank you. If you are not satisfied, please ask me. Your support is my motivation.