He could understand this feeling without words, but no matter what, he still looked forward to and coveted the words "I love you" from Shu Che's mouth.
What color is love? Is it all pure and clear, or is it a mixture of red and black?
Four years have passed by. These four years of inseparability and this inexplicable feeling will be something he will remember for the rest of his life. If the future could be the same as the past four years, as long as he could have Shu Che by his side in the future, he would be content.
It's a pity that even a painter who is well versed in the properties of colors cannot reconcile the color of love itself.
He should have realized long ago that everything is a variable, and human beings are so fragile and insignificant in the face of natural and man-made disasters. Now, is it too late?
If the color of love is so true and pure that it cannot tolerate any flaws, then it cannot exist. Because it is suffocating and makes people feel ashamed.
If time could stand still, if memory could last forever.
"After a long wait, I just want to stop and look back in the next life and recognize you in the crowd at a glance. Please allow me to pay attention, stay, and then express my long-buried love to myself.
"You don't understand, and I also know.
"Che, look at all the colors in this world so clear.