It turns out that lost nostalgia is not the worst thing.
The worst thing is that those memory fragments have already penetrated deep into the heart, with blood flowing unbridled to every part of the body.
It became unforgettable.
It turns out that happiness is just the bluff of sadness.
Even though her smile was as bright as a flower under her black hair, there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Unable to find.
Maybe the beauty of love is here, but it backfires.