The sky cries when the snow falls. The wind is still and the earth is waiting.
The rain is falling only to make the beautiful woman feel haggard. The lonely pursuit of Sakura Piao Ling Festival.
My tears. Your fleeting time. My silence. Your departure.
A gesture. Go to death. A kind of coolness. The posture is beautiful.
Grieving my sorrow all the way. Condensation of cold air. The past is looming.
It was the memories that stung my eyes. It is happiness filled with expensive things.
Paragraphs of the original story. Destined. I will always just be the sad protagonist.
Wipe away tears. No words. Separate. Safely. Earthly.
If. The moment will become unforgettable. Is what you are looking for "Looking back, smiling and being charming"?
If. When missing becomes meeting. Is the only thing you are looking forward to is "if life were just like the first time we met"?
If. When love turns into staying together. Is the sadness just "can you not love me"?
The world is just a little complicated, y1, and desolate. I just want to leave it like this, go on, and don't want to look back.
Looking at such a ridiculous past, it is not the memories that fade, even if we are desperate, we will not give up!