She was like a spark that struck his weak heart.
She was like a butterfly, lightly jumping over his burdened heart.
In my memories, there are always a few domineering and strong women, a few cowardly men, and a few proud and bright men.
She always regarded him as part of her life,
She has been working hard to become what he likes,
Eventually, she becomes less of herself.
But he held the other girl's hand and said, "We are dating." The joy in the corners of his eyes stung her heart.
She looked like a porcelain doll under the fireworks, and her fragility shook his heart. This was his first heartbeat, accompanied by the gentle wind.
Their stories continue to be passed on in life.
Has something like this happened to you?