Flowers bloom and fall, the sun rises and sets, but what remains unchanged is the trace of uneven sadness between your brows. No matter whether it is close at hand or far away, that trace of sadness always tugs at the heartstring that hurts me the most. The farther away it becomes, the more painful it becomes. Therefore, I can only stay close to you to protect you, stay close to you, and keep me close to you. . .
On a black, drizzle-shrouded night, I stood in front of the window. My fingers were wet with the heartbreaking rain and mist. I thought back to what he said to me a year ago. It was the most romantic and heart-mellowing thing I had ever heard. I burst into tears. The warm embrace of the past would eventually leave me.
That year, he broke into my world like a warrior wearing armor, shining warmly on me like the strong afternoon sun. . . .
Maybe, some people's dreams are destined to be shattered, maybe, some people are destined to perish, so they shouldn't have dreams. Yes, how cruel, I sneered, watching the tragedies unfolding in the rain. .