Life is like a journey of adversity, but it happened that he met her.
He carefully set trap after trap for himself and jumped into it willingly.
From now on, we are strangers to each other, and there is no need to hold hands and talk about the sunset. It's just that the long journey is long and the soul is in pain, and the lovesick moon can no longer shine in her window.
She still remembered a poem she had read before: "In life, we should come back again, and in death, we should miss each other."
When the lights are gone, it's another night. The drawing paper is lightly unfolded, but her appearance is still the same as before.