Those teenage copywriters

Those juvenile copywriters

The wind on the playground and his eyes became my whole summer.

the city shines generously all night, just like a teenager who is not afraid of years.

Teenagers are always glowing, and it seems that time has passed when they run.

The sun on earth was just right, and the wind passed over the forest tops. At that time, they were just young.

Teenagers and love never grow old, even if they cut through thorns and lose their clothes.

The summer in Phuket never stops, and my beloved teenagers are always in love.

At that time, I was young and thin in spring, riding on a leaning bridge, and was full of red-sleeved tricks.

Teenagers are confident in the sunshine and smell of orange soda in summer.

Flying teenagers are the most touching. When running, it seems that time has passed.

Teenagers are always so dazzling, always loved and always regretted.

The teenager has his mountains and seas, his heavy mountain shadows and his Wan Li waves. If possible, give him the wind, the desert and the sky. It is an unrestrained wind, a desert with heavy rain and a sky covered with stars.