In my life, who is worth remembering, who is worth remembering, who is just a passer-by, and who really cares about me. Life is like a dream, time is like a knife, and the most cruel thing is that heroes are old and beauties are old. People say that time flies and everything changes, but in fact time has always been there and it has become nothing more than the human heart. Don't say that I am a beautiful woman, but I have a strange old face. Don't forget that love is deep and love is shallow, and the prodigal son will be determined when he returns.
She is an ordinary person, with an ordinary personality, ordinary appearance, and an ordinary life. But there is always something surging in my heart, like a call, telling the promise of the past. She wanted to remember, but she couldn't. She didn't know where she came from or where she was going.
She no longer looked forward to it, thinking that her life would be lost in dullness, but he appeared. Like an angel, like a god, so dazzling and unattainable. She wanted to indulge in his meticulous care. But the gap between them was so far away that she had to stay away.
In the past years, she was lonely and walked alone. Suddenly she looked back and found that the scenery around her was always brilliant, and the people who silently protected her were with her all the way. It turned out that she was so happy. But for him, I could only reluctantly say goodbye. Why don't you want to stay with me, he asked. Because you are the cloud and I am the mud, she replied.