The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River was first falling, as dense as silk, and the air exuded the fragrant smell of earth. I strolled through the ancient alleys, with new green grass sprouting beside the roads. Everything was so fresh and beautiful. I still smiled at him like before. What was inappropriate was that my heart could never be as peaceful and beautiful as before. Everything had changed.
Is it just you or the person I want to be with for the rest of my life?