Never forget that there will be a reverberation

Suddenly miss the university campus, thinking about graduation plan to do a video thing has been shelved for various reasons, quite sorry. And then the whim issued a collection of school photos of the small notice, half a day did not move, that no one will respond, but it is accidentally received a teammate’s message, for a long time did not contact, and then even when there is no talk gap, Kind of very miss the taste.

01 Always feel that they are a very nostalgic person, like the past things better than now, and even friends feel that the older the better, whether or not often contact. And therefore like everything with the “old” things, do the old clothes is also one of the fun. Wake up in the vortex of retro, it seems glow with a long time from the mellow in wholesale clothing.

02 Youth invincible moment is the most vital memory that people cannot miss, and I talk about the most also than that time the young ignorance. So I heard “obsessed, there must be reverberation,” this sentence will always be able to resist, that I was obsessed with, what kind of reverberation, perhaps already echoed only deliberately ignored forget.

03 In the face of the love of the old things, many people have a positive attitude, always think that the old people are often specific people, this group of people in love with a very few things can transfer their attention Another copy. Wash the white cowboy has been preferred, that the best color of the water is the most obsessed with the old people.

04 Every old thing has countless stories, and every story has an ordinary sincere. Old people like to do the old clothes, in the precipitation of time to fade some of the color and left some new things. Each of the obsession has to obsessed with the reasons, so this old clothes are deeply preferred.

05 And this old clothes like the old things on the dedication, the atmosphere of literature and art in this retro wave of wandering. Like the washed color, gray flutter seems to write a variety of stories, waiting for one day you suddenly remember to laugh at the people around, or you forgotten, quietly precipitated in the corner.

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