She had stooped to the dust for him,
I also walked around the playground until dawn.
She thought love was like a moth flying into a flame,
But after it burned out,
Finally learned——
Be your own light.
In the autumn of Jiangcheng, the Luan trees bloom, from pink to purple gradually turning to brownish red. Their thin shells are like lamps, swaying gently in the wind.
Gu Yue stood under the tree and heard for the first time the sound of her heart beating out of control.
And he only dared to retreat repeatedly between reason and heartbeat.
An unfinished farewell,
An absent platform,
A belated text message,
And a fever that burns away tears——
Their love is like youth itself:
Hot, short, and too late to say goodbye properly.
She once thought that missing it would be the end.
But when she saw that familiar figure standing quietly in the sunshine during graduation season,
She suddenly understood:
Some people are not meant to spend the rest of their lives together,
But to teach you——
How to grow up in pain,
How to stand firm in the wind,
How to say "I loved you",
Become "I become me".
This is a youthful narrative about secret love, loss and rebirth.
It is also a love letter written to all those who "didn't make it to the end but are unforgettable".
"The Luan Tree Never Falls"——
Not all lanterns will go out,
some people,
Illuminate you once,
It's enough for you to spend the rest of your life.
Purpose: The days of youth and flying are always worth looking back on