If we can't meet each other in 10 years, will we never see each other again?
10 Years ago, we were seeds scattered in the sky; 10 years later, our lush branches have become a green ocean.
An accidental encounter casts the first dazzling light in the chaotic world, and a long-lost song floats in the forgotten garden.
The chirping of cicadas is still noisy in my ears, and the old camphor tree on campus is growing more and more lush, green and full of bright youth.
We met and knew each other and fell in love, but we didn't know that the eternal love was just a fairy tale.
The cruelty of reality makes us gradually wake up.
The cost of growth and the beautiful memories are all drifting away with the breeze under the rings of the years.
Going on is more important than anything else.