At night, under the camphor tree that recorded every moment of their lives, the two people sat side by side on the long bench that could hold more than ten people, but at the moment, it seemed so empty. If this scene appeared in a painting, it would be really poetic, but if it really appeared in one's own body, who wouldn't feel sad and desolate.
I don't want to see the sad moon, for fear that I won't be able to help but shed tears. When I closed my eyes, I seemed to see the purest world. In such a big world, who still has the energy to fantasize? After experiencing so many messy things, life is really more complicated than a movie. Everything will change, time will tell. Reminds me of my favorite sentence: Time takes away everything except me.