The journey is quiet.
The distant letter is heavy,
The soul is gone.
Feeling sad about the scene,
Who can express my speechless days?
Where is the melancholy old joy?
It's hard to make an appointment later.
Look how old spring is.
Eyes filled with tears,
Wangxianxiang,
The faint glow of broken clouds remains.
…
In the 21st century, the streets are bustling with lights, high-rise buildings with flashing neon lights, people coming and going... This city is putting on an endless show. Everyone is happily playing their own role. No one noticed her, a girl with her head lowered and eyes lowered, leaning against a dead end, holding a bottle of unfinished wine in her hand, sobbing constantly.
With a "pop" sound, she let go, the bottle broke, and the wine flowed all over the floor.
She is just an ordinary girl, just looking for something called love and dependence. I just didn't expect it to be so hard to find. . .
I thought I had found it, and I was trapped in the fog of lies and the swamp of sweet words. Fortunately, I woke up for a moment and exposed everything. . . . . .
She began not to believe in certain things, and everything was back to where it started, except that she no longer thought about the "illusive" love and dependence.
But the power of time is infinite, what kind of bonds and experiences will it bring to her?
After searching hard in that ruthless desert, she finally came across what she had been looking for...