The boy is like who doesn't matter, taking the wind and the rain.
I need you, you just replace, replace me to remember myself.
It should be sharp eyebrows, slightly curled lips, and slender Achilles tendon white jade fingers.
You are an old classmate, flipping the curtain and flipping a book,
or stepping on the beginning of the shadow in the sunset of the playground.
When you came, it was dark.
Less than a second is left under the street light, and now it is another ten years.
Zeng went to the school side by side, as close as a friend, but you didn't find it.
Long time no see at the school gate, those sleepy eyes when you were late.
Running to the small book stand on the way home, waiting for you to buy "Football Weekly."
Going to your classroom under the guise of names more than once, looking at your desk, messed up.
I signed up for the sports meeting and ran three laps around the playground. I just want to take a look at you when I walk around the field.
Hide not far from you and watch you finish the sketch of the supermarket salesman.
I made a call to your house in the public phone booth because you are definitely not here.
I heard that your tongue is as soft as cotton candy that is about to fly away.
Deleted your phone number that would never be dialed on the phone.
In the mist that I can't escape, the trap you set.
There are no more harvests throughout the year.
Passing by the deer, I can't record turning back.
—— "Jongens" in Unintelligible Film Criticism
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