I don't regret my dream destination, I just regret that it was too hasty! Warmth is just a cover-up for desolation. Time passes by just because of young age. Some people say that it is better to miss each other than to meet each other, because meeting each other can only make people helplessly mourn the pain in the face of reality, while missing can turn the destined lies into fairy tales!
Like a flowering tree growing in an incongruous city. Blooming under the neon lights, withering under the starless night sky.
Those who are waiting to grow old?
Those, who are you attached to with tenderness?
Those, who wasted the past?