Has your love run away? How long have you been running? Are you tired or free? Love is like a bouquet of poppy flowers. We can't let go and get stuck in it. We despise our own weakness and even become arrogant because of it. When love settles over time, how many emotions are combined into the "scum" we salvaged? We have counted that for this reason, some people have praised their "great achievements" in love, tortured and torn in the name of love, and some people have served their sentences for "unswerving loyalty" and smuggling into "secret storage"...
Love, do you know that we have been stupid, we have been crazy, we have been scoundrels, we have carried out our youth with the most true feelings, but as time passes, our unconditional love has become additional conditions. When fairy tales transition to reality, we begin to "run away" from love. There is a part of the growth of love called running away. We are running. Looking back at our youth, we find that our aging youth once had the simplest, most beautiful and painful secret: we all ran away...
We are still shouting: Youth, our love, you have run away, can I still find you?
The bell in my heart rang: we are no longer one and two, our youth is far away, now we are three, reality has become reality, fairy tales have been disillusioned, so are you awake yet? ... ...