In my memory, the two little people knew each other, were close to each other, and cuddled up to each other. It seemed like it was just yesterday, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Is it the so-called childhood sweetheart, or is it a trick of God? The world is unstable and unstable, and it seems that you will never be able to hold it in your hands. Is it submission? Or resist? Or are you craving for a glimmer of hope in the endless waiting?
The undercurrent is deep but constantly flowing. The so-called conspiracies and conspiracies are endless. Fighting for power? Seize the power? Plot? From the perspective of opposites, who can maintain the original intention? Who can completely let go?
The love between children in troubled times is like the blooming of an epiphyllum, like the mist flowing around. Who can make it bloom forever, and who can make it beautiful forever...
