Time will take away some and leave some behind, and you will never get it back.
When everything becomes a memory, the most unbearable thing is that it seems like it happened yesterday and is still clear.
Write your name on the palm of my hand, silence is your cover, I can only learn? Peng Ping Zheng Ao] has beautiful language to interpret our desolate story, stupidly bury the word love, calmly let go of my ignorance, and let love hibernate.