If the sea was silent, then a small stone would be enough to cause it to churn. She thought she was the silent sea, but she didn't expect God's tears to flow into this lightly rippled sea. From then on, she hated the back view so much but greedily pursued the back view of the crowd hurriedly passing by. She always tried to catch a trace of him from it, although in the end there was only a fog-like trace in her heart. Time and time again, she almost gave up looking at the content behind the back, as if she was obsessed with the scene of a play. Although the plot was something she had fantasized about many times, it was its near perfection that made her afraid to watch it... The dream was falling with the petals, how could she expect the back to stay, the beauty of the flower, even if it was defeated, even if it bloomed in her heart...
Happiness may be like being separated by glass, seemingly beautiful but hard to touch. He passed by her and made her look back quietly. What was left behind? Maybe there was only an inexpressible surprise left in her life. What was missed at that time may be missed forever. The two people are like two parallel lines that have no intersection. This It's a deep regret, but maybe because of this regret, life is more worth remembering... But fate is always changing. How could she, who was always suffering behind her, know that he was waiting silently in front of her, until she finally looked back, on the Sansheng Stone, maybe with just one glance, she looked into each other's hearts.