Some dreams are like the inevitable departure of summer, disappearing into the sea of people.
There is a song that will always stay in my heart like the incomplete light and shadow of that year.
Some moods are like the first snow in winter, bringing back old memories.
The first time we were together was not because of love, but because we were indulging in the past with people who looked the same.
The second time we got together was not because of love, but to compensate for the past, but we just didn't love each other.
The third time he confessed, he fell into it, but the other party no longer trusted him, and only the past remained.
He stood on the edge of the English Channel, with a smile on his lips but no emotion in his eyes.
If you love it, you won't miss it.
It's a pity that I can only say goodbye to the man I loved.