She always kept this question in her heart: Why in her long life, happiness always withers away as soon as it appears, and the things that go the fastest are the ones that disappear the fastest.
Beautiful time. Finally, she understood, because she met him. He was the fate of her life, even if she ended up alone in the end.
She did not regret the sacrifice of her scarred heart.
I will never see you again in this life
Just for goodbye
It's not you anymore
You in my heart will never appear again
What reappears is just the vicissitudes of life
sun, moon and passing years
I remember someone once said this to her, my whole life belongs to you, fleeting.