The girl who was counting down her life met the enthusiastic and magnanimous boy.
He is like the scorching sun, and she is like a dead branch, looking at fate from a distance across a sea of people. She couldn't catch up with his footsteps, nor could she catch up with the fate that was doomed to wither.
Later, her train stopped in late autumn, and his train rushed towards the clear sky.
But she remembered encountering a light that refused to be extinguished.
The sickly girl Gu Nanzhi × the dazzling publicity Xie Yu
[The flowers bloomed and had to be broken, but before I broke them, the branches were withered]
The writing is not good, light spray
Purpose: cherish the present moment