There is a kind of staying together, which is called mutual support
There is a kind of love called forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes
There is a kind of beauty called the moment of youth
There is a kind of giving up called courage.
When love comes, no one can stop it. Just love to the extreme, but it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. Time flies, beauty and white hair, does that kind of obsessive love still exist in the memory?
In that year, we were young and frivolous, and the moment that passed by us planted the seeds of love for a lifetime. At that time, we were young and in our prime. We lived unscrupulously, and our destiny never dictated anything for us. When we were surrounded by flowers and moonlight, we saw peerless looks with all kinds of charms. Our love is as brilliant as blooming fireworks. Life and death are exchanged, in an instant, youth is like water, but in the end we still meet as strangers.
I have forgotten the feeling of being with you, sharing life and death, and the once vigorous feelings. After all, we have become strangers when we meet. Looking back at the world of mortals, the world has changed, winning and losing are not always the same in the end. Choosing to give up, choosing to forget each other in the world, isn't this a kind of courage?
Through the ages, the winds of autumn flow, and the scenery of the human world is magnificent, but the past years cannot be replaced. The grudges of the past have already disappeared in the long river of time with the years. After all, the sea and the sky cannot be connected in the footsteps. What was yesterday and what is wrong today have all dissipated with the wind!