Flowers bloom in pinellia, and the years pass by in a hurry
Those young days that cannot be returned remember our lost love, and why we are silent.
Time flies, time flies
What I want most is that you are still here after all these years.
Some days have to go through before you know the price; some things have to go through before you know the outcome.
Every step a person takes, he may step into a bottomless whirlpool. In the eyes of others, it may be a waste of time.
But only you know what it looks like.
Let us wait again in the warm spring - warm flowers bloom.