The streets are cold, snowflakes are flying, and the flakes fall to the ground and melt, just like their final cruel ending. The angry Moya trembled and cursed: "If we break up, break up, but you have to know that I dumped you... Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a sanitary napkin to me. Even if you have been close to my most private place, I will just throw it away when I am done with it. Get out of here, you can choose the ends of the world, but don't come back to my heart again."
Many years later, these words are still deeply engraved in her heart like an epitaph of love, and the more she thinks of the beauty of the past, the more unforgettable the pain will be.
From the beginning, she was like a piece of pure white paper, floating inadvertently on the sunlit corner of the table, waiting for every accidental story. From the beginning, he was like a delicate and elegant pencil, destined to overturn the whole world, roll over to her side, and then be filled with the mark of youth. Many years later, even if the original pure white paper is yellowed or crumbled, their stories will be remembered for a lifetime. It's just that the heat that existed before youth and love was crushed has gradually become no longer gentle.