Tonight is truly rare, That tiny little kid, Sang a song, “Anhe Bridge”, The one on stage sings, The ones below walk away, Standing there, A little rain fell, and it cooled down a lot, Yet in the air, I caught a glimpse of stillness.

In a turn, 「 Which line of this song do you like? 」 『 Hmm? Just that one line. 』 『 The bragging at a young age will be laughed away with youth. 』 「 Excuse me, what does youth mean? 」 『。。。』 『 I don’t know. 』 「 Well then, I know what’s awesome. 」 『。。。』 『 Alright. 』 I stroked his hair.

Once, Someone touched my hair, Said calmly, why have you aged so fast? I look up, Found some grey hairs on someone, In an instant, we slowly drifted away from that former glow.

Four seasons beneath the tiles, Life under the eaves, Freezing time with the shutter of a DSLR, But many things can only happen once, never twice, That gift fate bestows, Was secretly priced long ago.

We’ve grown mature, It’s not that the mindset has grown old, It’s just that the times of showing off are growing fewer, I don’t get it, Winter can’t be kept, And so they walked far away, Summer is here, So, hello, and goodbye…

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Ningxia . Zhongwei . /Zhongwei