What is first love? First love is a pair of eyes and a lyric poem. This poem is full of pink shyness and fantasy like spring tide. And those who are looking for her will find vague answers in these eyes.

First love is like the embroidered hair of a willow, which is full of mystery and will arouse your infinite reverie in this mysterious kingdom.

The first love is the bright moon, which can only be seen and appreciated from a distance.

First love is a misty poem and a novel with profound implications. Whether you understand it or not, every chapter will not be missed. Read it carefully and recite it in your heart. That rich content, that sweet and fragrant text, you will be intoxicated into-changeable punctuation. . .

First love is half sweet and half bitter. . . . . .

Let me see you again.

Let me see you again. Don't talk. Once the floodgate of language is opened, all the secrets will be revealed. Let me look at you again and give me half your smile. As time goes on, that half may not appear again. Let me look at you again, and I will tell you with my eyes that there are stars, the moon and Venus in my heart, which I admire. Let me see you again. We don't go to the stream to listen to birds singing, walk under the tree or look for them in the moonlight, because what we haven't found yet is our childhood dream.