How many people have surrendered to the years, unwilling to realize their long-cherished wish. Even if you miss it, you won't want to make do with it.
Just a coincidence? Even if I meet you in a year, how can I tell you my heartfelt feelings, enter the door of my lovesickness, and know the pain of my lovesickness.
Fireworks are in full bloom, just one glance at you in the crowd, and I will never forget your face. Some people can't tolerate others even at one glance, and they know that they like you.
Sometimes, love is love, even if it hurts all over, I will love you in the end; I don't love you just because - I don't love you. If you like someone, you don't need a reason.
Gone with the Wind plots love and hatred just for the desire deep in the heart.
Where does their love go?