Three years
In the beginning, it was a piece of paper, because time has splashed ink on you, and you have to learn to be lonely. After it has painted you, you will live a splendid life. Because time does not know how to stop, we continue to change until the end. We do not understand the beginning and cannot resist, just because time flows...
Disappear
Just like no pot of tea can last forever, we can't keep the past, and time has stolen away the beauty, so you say, "If life is just like the first time we met." Endless sadness and helplessness will eventually dissipate into smoke, so we retreated from sweetness, astringency, and glitz, leaving only a pool of clear water with a faint residual fragrance.
Finally
I wonder if you have ever tasted cold tea. The solid fragrance of tea lingers between your teeth. The panic dissipates. In panic, your fingertips stir up waves of water. In the air, there is a lingering voice, "Let you cry, let you laugh, I will just treat you as crazy, make me sad, and I will return your panic."
Intention: