Maybe she loves him, maybe it's just obsession;
Maybe, he loved her, but the love was too short and the love faded too quickly;
When he met her, he didn't know whether it was the right moment or the wrong moment;
The attraction cannot be explained in words, and the ending cannot conceal the desolation.
To her, she is the only joy in life, the love that cannot be let go;
To him, she is just a bird that fills in the blanks and flies by, and the vitality of the sun shines through occasionally;
Not all stories have fairy tale endings,
But about youth, about the unbearable pain in life,
There is still an undercurrent, who can say that it is not eternal?