If I could turn back time, I would hold your hand tightly and not let regrets have a chance to intervene. I wish I could go back to that moment and tell you the answer in my heart, instead of letting silence become an eternal regret. Some roads are destined to be walked alone, missing the opportunity to walk side by side, and regretting the scenery shared together. Time goes by in a hurry, and some people are destined to be just passers-by in life, regretting the irretrievable warmth. I once dreamed of spending the rest of my life with you, but now I can only miss you silently. Those unspoken words can now only turn into silent sighs. I once held the stars, but let them slip away. Regret is like a missed meteor, fleeting, but leaving endless reverie in the night sky. Those unspoken words are like withered flowers. Although they have not bloomed, their fragrance has dispersed. Those unfinished words are like a kite with broken strings, out of reach.
Concept: modern romance