In the colorful city, should you keep this pure feeling in your heart with no ending in sight; or should you open yourself up and welcome the touch of love?
When she was young, she met him and quietly fell in love with him. They got together for a short time and were separated for many years. From young to mature, but still unrepentant. Infatuated love is like poison, it has already penetrated into the bones.
He is like the lotus on the other side. Only by throwing yourself into his arms can you know what kind of heart is as warm as the spring breeze under the cold and bright appearance of the moon.
Like a poppy under the moon, he shuttled among the makeup and powder, never stopping for anyone, but gradually fell deeper into her dodge and resistance.
It's just a relationship, with a touch of sadness, a touch of persistence, and a touch of helplessness. Nowadays, we cannot withstand the love that moves heaven and earth, but we can quietly bloom the fragrance of our own love.
Between reality and dreams, what kind of choice is the happy ending?