The pain of nasal congestion always reminds me of that afternoon in elementary school

Burnout after a midday stua doesn't seem to exist at this age

It seems impossible for the body of a cold to imprison the youthful vitality

The little imp with a snot just wants to hurry up to school and play with friends

He has a stick in his mouth

Many years

I haven't even tasted it anymore

In the sun

The aroma of chewing syrup seems to spread in the mouth

It seems that all troubles are just passing clouds

Looking forward to growing up

Growing up seems to be just an illusion of happiness

Ignorant souls don't know anything about the torments that come after they grow up

But after realizing

But he also chose to face life without hesitation

So I think

This illusion of happiness is not delusional

opposite

That's brave.

Passionate

Romantic

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