From the injured place, you can see the tall buildings and the lights are already at dusk.
When I recall the old memories, the beauty has faded away, where can I feel the pain of parting?
In my eyes, love wounds will never heal. Those who think the wounds are healed are only deceiving themselves. The scars will also be integrated into your bones and blood. Love and injury will stay with you, just like "the spring silkworms will die only when their threads are gone, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up." They will not stop until they die. Life is the dead end of love, and death is the final outcome of love.
I dislike old things the most. For example, you are my old friend. Only old things will never become new again from now on. So the memories at this time are the remembrance of the past. Regarding the sad memories of separation, and facing ourselves in the mirror with our pretty face gone and slightly white on the temples, we always sigh: How wonderful it would be if life could only be like the first time we saw you!