Some love is buried before the first meeting, disappears after being forgotten, and ends up being an old dream.
"Jiang Xu, I don't like your bland appearance, but I like your bland appearance."
"Jiang Xu, it doesn't matter if time erases our intersection, I will carry this memory with me for the rest of my life alone."
Intention: Love will not end with youth, but some people will eventually dissipate beyond the memory of the sea of people.