Ten years of light and shadow, then flow. In a complicated and entangled relationship, she (he) is wandering around like a flying insect entangled in invisible threads. Reason is like a beacon, clearly and firmly advising them to get out and stop their losses, but their hearts are rippled like layers of confusion, always encouraging them to get closer again.
The streets we walked together, the old street lamps emitted dim light, reflecting each other's figures, there were laughter and quarrels; those late night chat records were warm and torturous, every word seemed like yesterday. He (she) can neither be able to separate soberly, nor lack the courage to face the outcome head-on.
We can only measure it carefully in this fruitless entanglement. Every throb when you are close, every loneliness when you are separated, have left a mark on my heart. As time goes by, this obsession has quietly turned into a glass of mellow and gentle wine, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
Intention: Sobriety and bravery are both the appearance of love