Everyone knows that Song Wu loved sycamore trees.
No one knows that I love my child tree.
When I was young, Tong Shu was the softest light in Song Wu's palm.
It was his only thought in his silent years.
He thought that as long as he guarded it, he would be able to keep him safe throughout his life.
But I don't know how to love,
Use indifference as armor, use silence as distance,
Leave the sharpest wounds to the people you love the most.
A misunderstanding, a turn,
Tong Shu disappeared into his world,
From now on, there will be no return date in this world.
Later, Song Wu guarded the courtyard full of sycamores,
Guarding the deep love that no one knows,
Guarding a past that can never be returned to.
The sycamore trees wither and flourish year by year,
His childish tree will never come back.
The world only knows that he is obsessed with trees,
I don't know that he spent his entire life,
I'm just waiting for a person named Tong Shu
Purpose: To write an irreparable regret through silence and misunderstanding, to reveal the clumsiness and regret in young love.