The circle of friends is beautiful Talking about Daquan: different marks, memories of laughter.

Photos in twos and threes, memories of 7788. I tried to hide the sadness in the old photos, but shattered glass. I tried to hide the sadness in the old photos, but shattered glass. Time outlines memories, but the black and white photos in the corner have turned yellow. Double tone marks, memories of laughter.

Not at first, not at last. Double tone marks, memories of laughter. The summer engraved in my memory is the tears we shed together in the sun. With memories, life can be rich and years can be full of poetry.

Memory is a split sincerity. Double tone marks, memories of laughter. What I miss is not you, but the fatal past you gave me. This world. It's so dirty Who is qualified. Say sad.