It's the wind that moves, it's the sail that hangs, it's the immeasurable years that stand between you and me.
I have counted three thousand sunsets and written letters when the tide receded, sending each word to the horizon where you are.
But the rest of my life is vast, and the mountains and seas are silent.
It turns out that some back figures can only be used to say goodbye in life.
Lu Wanchen / Lin Shuyue
The moonlight is the unfinished morning and dusk, and the sparse moon is the silent tide mark.
A person who is accustomed to controlling everything in the ups and downs of the business world cannot hold the quicksand between his fingers;
A man tried to heal the past in the cracks of time, but could not cure his old heart disease.
They met again in the sea of people, thinking that the story was a continuation, but it turned out that fate only gave them a long...
Moist oblivion.
