I just sighed that the begonia flowers on the tree had fallen again, but I heard the wind and could not see my old friend.
The concentric knot they tied together on the branch had long lost its original brightness, became dull, and was stained with a thin layer of gray.
The vows I made when I was young were ultimately too impulsive. When the fate is over, the promise will no longer count.
Perhaps, when I dream back at midnight, this vow will flash through my mind.
But that's about it.
From then on, the lights flickered for ten miles, and the first snow passed through the corners of the eaves. Say goodbye, but never thought it would be goodbye forever.
Purpose: I hope everyone can let go of the past