Before I could sigh, the long time passed by my fingertips in a hurry. Only you know the traces of those years.
In my memory, the sunshine in early summer that year passed through the lush green branches and leaves, and reflected on the young and clear face. Suddenly there was a wind blowing, and it was swaying brightly and darkly, and it was hard to tell where the light was and where the shadow was.
Words as light as sighs, secrets known only by lips, fled away with the wind, disappearing into the depths of memory like flying.
In our lifetime, we will meet each other on a narrow road, and we will never be spared.
It seemed like it was just a moment of misalignment, but suddenly looking back, it was already a half-life entanglement.
Those stories, let's tell them in detail from the beginning...