Love blooms in the most prosperous season, and only the bravest people can reach the end by relying on each other. Although they don't know how far the end is, they are willing to be brave and rush to one grand fleeting time after another. . Maybe the vicissitudes of life will eventually peel off without a trace, maybe the expectations will wither with the winter, maybe there are still many possibilities, maybe there are no more possibilities, but he will remember that at that moment, the sun was shining all over the earth, and they were still stubborn and young, - and her eyes did not hesitate.
During those youthful years, were you as simple and happy as they were? Are those little details that are not exciting but very warm still lingering in the depths of your memory today, many years later?
In that ignorant season, were you as obsessed with love as they were? Can those once pious hearts still touch your unforgettable feelings today, many years later?
Time pushes us towards old age like a flood, when guarding turns to waiting, waiting turns to watching, the first departure becomes the last, the hug becomes the back, the young promises turn into lies, the sworn smile is polished to dust by time, and will you also be silent or cry like them...
There is no protagonist in this article who is as perfect as an idol. Everyone is incomplete and real. It is a slow-burning story about a group of people. I hope you can find the feeling of being lost...
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