He is a man like a cloud.
Gentle, white and pure, it is a yearning love dream of youth.
Falling in love with him, being obsessed with him, chasing him, you stumbled and climbed, and finally stopped at the place closest to him.
You thought you could hold him in your arms and bury him in your soul.
However, when I reached out and touched it, I found nothing.
The pain of love can make proud people humble and cheerful people become silent. It will also make fragile people strong and immature people mature.
This is an ordinary and sweet love, and the ups and downs and sadness are just clouds.