Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall.
I once thought that love was forever, so strong that it was indestructible.
Unexpectedly, it is not as strong as the separation and separation of life and the joys and sorrows of death.
I am always looking forward to my boy breaking through the ravine of the underworld, riding on a BMW, stepping through the peach blossoms and red rain, and welcoming me into my dreams...
What awaited was just another heartbreaking experience.
I once thought, the more people want, the more they lose? Then, from now on, I am willing to give up everything to keep a hard-earned share.
Wait, is it medicine or poison?