I hope that there is one person who will always stick to the side of another person, just like the blooming flowers in the mountain city, forever engraved in the track of time, she and he will become the best scenery in life. There are always such and such stories in people's lives, and they will pursue illusory love, but what is love? For me who is lacking, I still want to use poor writing to record those past events. I think it is still safe...
