Wild geese pass on letters, flying like snowflakes between nests in different places. They convey love with pen and paper, thick with lovesickness, and when the hair is stained with snow, only the silently waiting figure will never grow old. This was the original form of love.
Nowadays, forgetting to write has become the norm, and letters have become emotional luxury goods. No matter which city you are in, you can be kissed by voices and embraced by figures. However, breakups are becoming more and more frequent, and keeping watch has turned from a good story into a joke.
Emotions are fickle, and the distance between hearts becomes more and more distant. In the rush of time travel and fantasy, we lose the patience to face reality, and the originally hot heart in the depth of emotion has gradually cooled down.
I don't blame the prosperity, I just want to find the true feelings in my body.