Good dreams are hard to come true, and spring flowers are easy to wither.
"Love" is a monotonous word, but some people spend their entire lives without understanding it. I also thought that love is just about ambiguity, and holding the other person's hand is considered love. It wasn't until today that I thought that after many years, when the other person is no longer as beautiful as a flower, and no longer as strong as a mountain, will we still love each other? I can't answer them all