Some encounters are always too late.
On the first day of the first lunar month, she stood on the bridge with a lantern and watched the fireworks blossom and fade in the night, which was brilliant and sad.
The music boat under the bridge swayed in rhyme, gradually moving forward and away. Only a little bit of residual joy was left to accompany her sky-blue crowd, floating alone.
Holding a bamboo lantern, he walked on the ancient bridge steps and asked, "How about spending the Lantern Festival together?"
The light in her eyes was bright, but she shook her head lightly, smiled softly, and moved past this clear expectation. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the crimson figure under the bridge.
To pursue or to pursue, to lose or to lose.
Deep love, why?
Conception: