He was holding the phone in his hand, and her voice seemed to still be there. The lakeshore in front of you is covered with green grass, and the metasequoia forest is reflected on the bottom of the lake.
The day you left, I never said goodbye. You torture my soul with bitterness. My heart is now the relentless pain of thoughts. Those close moments suddenly became distant...
The story does not end on that late autumn evening, when the icy wind brings you back from a distant foreign land.
"Who is that kid?"
"He's not your child!"
Intention: There is a moment that he wants to stay forever. At that moment, he saw his lover die with his own eyes. He doesn't want to see it, he doesn't want to believe it, but the fact is that you are no longer with him.