I once had such a dream, meeting an ideal lover.
When your dreams come true, you understand the pain of worrying about gains and losses.
Love is nothing more than a romantic story.
There are always some romantic stories that are worth cherishing for a lifetime, and some stories are cruel but cannot be forgotten.
Those divisions, divisions, and unions are entangled and entangled until the final result cannot be achieved, and the flowers will wither, the snow will break, and the moon will become incomplete.
The luckiest people are those who treat happiness with a pure heart. They don't have to worry about losing it, and they don't have to deliberately seek for it. Happiness comes silently.
What they were waiting for was that moment to join hands with that person and watch the warm wind force the flowers to bloom and the blue snow to reflect the moon.