This has never been a world of fairy tales and princesses and princes, nor is it a story about you and me on the subway. We are just ordinary people in a sea of people, with birth, old age, illness and death, joys and sorrows, some gained and some thrown away. How can there be paradise after we have crossed the corner of the world?
The only thing I am grateful for is the ten years you have walked with me. Even if we are together less and apart more, even if we are no longer with each other.
Three lives of fireworks, one life of confusion. What we lose to is each other in time, just like the heaven under the elegant view, with a light that is invisible to ordinary people. However, no matter how hard you try, that light does not belong to us.
Cape, paradise, the dreams we promised ourselves, who can change those past years.
She is quiet, peaceful, even a little cowardly, and her grades have never been ranked third in the school.
He was flamboyant, chic, and even a little crazy. He completed the elopement process with his first girlfriend at the age of thirteen.
He loves Louis Vuitton, Dior, Versace, and everything that can express his personality.
But she only likes to be silent and even make people forget her existence. What she loves most is only the moonlight that makes him feel hypocritical.
She likes to watch the sunset and the fragrance of life given to her by the peaceful breath.
And he likes to watch ghost movies with the curtains drawn. The novelty of ghosts and ghosts is endlessly exciting.
One is a sinusoidal curve and the other is like the origin. Orbits that were originally out of sync intersected because of someone's novelty.
If so, why?