"The sound of the piano is gentle, like weeping and complaining, as if the spring breeze is blowing through the heart."
"Thanks to your love, I am also happy."
Stars fall into the eyes and break into thousands of streams of light; mountain flowers bloom wantonly, burning with enthusiasm.
I would like to bring this story to an end, and wish you peace in the future.
In the late spring of the third year, white butterflies were perched on the fingertips, as if an old man was dreaming, asking softly: Are you still waiting?
Purpose: Commemorate my youth
