In April, it rains lightly and Begonia wakes up.
My eyes are filled with mist, and the past has finally become a dream.
She recalled that at that moment, he had said to her with a smile: "An Su, would you like to come back home with me?"
However, from beginning to end, everything she cherished was still unable to withstand his cold expression and his cold words: "So what if I believe you or not?"
On that day, the fate of the world seemed to be over, and the past ended. She passed away quietly, and everything was over.
The past is like smoke. The smoke will eventually dissipate, but it still leaves such traces. The past has passed, and the past will eventually pass, but there is still such regret...
Two years later, she was reborn as a spirit because of that obsession, and she had long forgotten her past.
The dream has been shattered, but I don't know that the calamity of the past has finally turned into the fate of today.
When the painful past resurfaces, can she forgive everything?
When everything in the past has gone away, is it the origin or the demise?
The winter snow is falling, the plum blossoms are trembling, and the liver and intestines are in trouble. The autumn rain scatters the sweet-scented osmanthus, and the jade face gradually disappears and the black hair becomes messy.
Don't you sigh, the branches of flowers fall to the ground with three thousand petals. Standing by the lake, crying and speechless in front of the frosty water. Beside the pavilions and pavilions, we can't see each other at the end of the world, but we still miss each other. I stopped looking, and the wind and rain blew my mind to pieces.
You don't sigh, the past has shaken your hope. Short-lived, sadness turns to indifference and becomes indifferent to the world. When I held my hand, my eyes were filled with tears and thoughts. Strings of jade beads, broken threads and broken threads, endless thoughts...