Lovesickness Is Always Under the Banyan Tree

I often look to the past, to that sunny season, to her with a sad face. I just forget about those colorful passages in my youth. I will pick up those sad words, and then use all the joy in my life to irrigate them. They all said, look back! Take a look at it! But I really don't have enough courage to pick up the devastated youth. She is the salvation in my life. She gives me the courage to face those mysterious past events and the stormy future. I looked up at the sky and at the same time looked down at the earth. There was sunshine in the sky and the shadow of the sun on the earth. When she stood in front of me with tears on her face, I suddenly woke up from the dream that was difficult to wake up from. Ke Meng is just a dream, and she is not standing in front of me. I don't know how much joy and how much sadness there was in those years of different shades. But it is precisely those joys and sorrows that illuminate my barren future. Many years later, I will also look back, take a look at the way I came, and take a look at her who once accompanied me through this journey. But that was all in the past, and her face only looked so clear in that photo. She left me, but she didn't say where she went. Later, I often let my dreams measure the distance between heaven and hell. Later, I would often laugh and burst into tears. Later, I picked up those lean years and those memories that I couldn't bear to read. Later, I was the only one left, standing here, singing loudly...