Such a kind of sadness, missing you a little, lonely and shallow. If you are well, it will be sunny. If you leave, you will be gone forever. Memory is like time. Even if you grow old slowly, there will be vague traces. Although memories are beautiful, there is a trace of tears in the corners of your eyes, and the smile on your lips The remaining smile is only temporary. After a long time, the blur will become clear, but I don't know when and where. The memories are too beautiful, but the beauty is not false. The falling flowers are intentional and the water is ruthless. The falling flowers are smelling the wind and rain, drinking alone and drunk with feelings. The fragrance in the dream is still the same, and the eyes are wet with tears when I wake up.
