A Spring Breeze in One City

The lover from ten years ago reunited after ten years of separation. I wonder if this love can continue? There are so many beautiful things, like a dream. The once exciting woman is still beautiful and tempting, but love has become real and confusing on the road of bumps and bumps. Does love mean flowers in the mirror, moon in the water, or does love mean embracing each other for the rest of your life? It seems that only those who have experienced it can understand and understand it clearly. There are too many love stories. I feel that time makes people grow old. It is better to truly taste the deepest secrets in one's heart. There is no inexplicable seeking and giving up, let alone inexplicable love and hate, the heartbeat will never stop... (Mature love, rationality and sensibility complement each other. I hope you can give me more suggestions so that we can improve it to perfection. ) Intention: