It was once exclusive to a certain person, a certain thing, a certain long-term expectation.
If there is no trace of it, are you still willing to believe it?
Do you still feel like that?
She thought of all the ways she could think of, and thought of all the people she could think of.
In the end there was no other choice.
She could only keep this long loneliness,
Huddled in his own corner, neither liked nor cherished,
He sneered and said to himself: "You still have so many dreams. If you are no longer qualified, where should you go?"
She didn't blame him, maybe he didn't intend to promise her in the first place.
He only thought of her when he needed her.
Don't think she is so hard-hearted,
Can I bear such darkness and loneliness?
Watching the dream with no end in sight,
Standing there stupidly,
Wait for an unpredictable ending.
I can't see the next moment from this moment,
Is she alive or gone?
So she was glad that she had been alone for such a long time.
Everything is still the same as it was at the beginning, her mood, her worries, her heartache.
When I looked back, I saw that the flowers on the road were already in full bloom, and the messy desolation was no longer visible.
The flowering period has come and the flowers have not yet bloomed. The flowers will bloom on their own day.
Look, the iron tree flowers are in bloom!