On her 18th birthday, she received a beautiful diary from him. She said, "I must write down all the stories between us in it! So that when your hair is gray, you can take it out and cherish it!"
But later, the future she had never imagined existed, and the story ended before the diary was filled.
Three years of waiting, three years of falling in love, but the end result is that we are strangers?
Is love just like morning dew? Can't stand the brightness of the sun.
Is love like a bird? You can never fly across the sea or reach the other shore.
Why did the promise I once made so solemnly end up in tears now?
What ending will fate lead them to?