The love of youth is often pure and sincere, like spring flowers, full of hope and beauty.
But this world is as short-lived as dew, but yet
When the name on the tombstone was covered with moss, in Ji Chen's memory, even her voice became vague words. Death taught us a cruel fact - love will dissipate, just like snow falling silently.
On the day when the first snow fell, he threw away all the photos taken with him. Death was winter and he forgot that spring would eventually come.
"Mu Yan, I'm moving forward, and I hope you are too."
Not only is spring late, but also the little swallow that froze to death
Intention: People are not always affectionate, but it is also human nature