Outside Starbucks, a tall boy was putting on a white motorcycle leather jacket, a black full helmet, black gloves, and steadily stepped onto the awesome motorcycle. Covered by green trees, a girl dressed as a couple walked out. She stepped into the back seat, but did not hug the boy's waist tightly. The motorcycle roared a few times and slowly drove onto the road from the edge of the street. The girl bent down, leaned on the boy's back, and hugged him tightly.
The spring breeze was blowing, and I couldn't help but sigh: It's nice to be young.
The old movies I've watched lately. Because I'm old, every line in the film hits my heart.
On the days when I could only care about a few drops of urine every day, seeing such a carcass, every inch of skin glowed.
Love and sex are out of reach.
Right now, I just want to love a boy quietly and watch from a distance. Look at yourself with a happy heart.
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