In the midsummer of the next few years, the cherry blossoms fell to the ground and took away a few inches of sorrow. The vows I once made may just be dreams that have disappeared. People have searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looking back, the past is like passing water, and it is difficult to return.
Maybe we will meet many people who are as gentle as him, as warm as her, and the warmth they have created together.
But we will not make it to the end.
Breaking up at a certain crossroads in life.
There is a dilemma between heaven and earth.
If I go with you, can I hope that that year will be as light as water?