The quiet night casts a touch of sadness on the beach, and the rising and falling sea water is like playing a sad piano music. The breeze was blowing, and a young man was sitting on the beach, staring at the silver ring in his hand. Suddenly, another young man appeared next to him. The young man's eyes were fixed on the ring, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Every time I can't find you, I know you must be here. After so many years, you still can't forget her!" He didn't look up at the young man, but just murmured to himself, as if speaking to the young man in front of him, and as if speaking to himself.
"What exactly is love? It takes me one day to fall in love with her, but it takes me a lifetime to forget her." The young man glanced at the person who was immersed in his sad memories, turned around and left with helplessness on his face.
The sea breeze kept blowing, blowing away the memories, and the past replayed before my eyes like a movie.
"How I wish I could see that purple morning glow with you again!"