Depressive, cool, academic girl x mature, deep billiards boss
She is a lonely star, cold and distant, with a weak but stubborn light. In her world, there were only books and silence, until he quietly broke into her orbit like a gust of late night wind. He was the owner of a billiards parlor, always holding an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, and his eyes were as deep as the bottomless night, hiding countless stories that she couldn't understand.
He taught her love.
Love yourself, like the morning light penetrating through the thick clouds and falling gently on her shoulders;
Loving him is like a ball rolling on a pool table, with every collision carrying an unpredictable throbbing;
Love them, like the wind blowing through the crowd, gently blowing every strange soul;
Love in the world is like a light in the night, flickering out but always warm.
But love is, after all, a journey that cannot stop.
When he left, her world did not collapse, but it just lost its passion. She learned to continue to love, to reconcile with herself in loneliness, and to talk to the world in silence. It's just that there will never be him in her love again.
"You taught me to love, so I will still love, but I will never love anyone the way I love you again."
