Has anyone ever told you how the wind dies when the flowers fall to the ground?
Has anyone ever told you how old the night becomes when the sun rises?
Has anyone ever told you how your heart aches when you smile at me?
There is a kind of love that is obviously deep but cannot be expressed;
There is a kind of love that knows that there is no way forward, but the heart can no longer take it back.
On White Valentine's Day sixteen years ago, he watched her board the flight to France. That night, all the red roses in the city withered.
Sixteen years later, on White Valentine's Day, she sent him to a foreign country. That night, she was alone in the white snow and felt sad.
There is a grave in their hearts where the survivors are buried.
It was spring and autumn again, and they both smiled lightly when they met, but their tearful eyes betrayed them.
"Long time no see, are you okay?"