The world is both big and small. Sometimes when you take a step forward and look back, you miss it. Looking back at the past, flying flowers are like rain, mottled memories. Loved when fate came together, left when fate separated, hurt when fate ended, and forgot when fate disappeared. How many promises are scattered in the wind, and how much pain is buried deep in my heart.
Time has made us drift away from each other. The so-called unforgettable memory is just a wisp of smoke in the world of the past. The so-called lifetime is just a blank in the depths of the soul. One day, it will all come to nothing.
The love, hatred and resentment that have been abandoned by time are always accompanied by unforgettable longing and the melancholy of some people, filling the gap between heaven and earth.
If, I say if, the sadness of my youth could overshadow my former dreams. I said here is a random thought about heaven, graceful years, and youth so public.
Once upon a time, on the road, my mood was as graceful as singing. Dear people, we are on different sides now.
In fact, how much I hope, hope, you live well.
In the past, the side of dreams is still waving your, my, longing. So, there is no moon tonight.
Please have a good journey.