Love is like a haze,
You think you can see everything clearly,
It turned out to be just smoke and mirrors;
You thought it was a mirage,
As a result, all I had to do was look back.
There is no absolute happiness,
Uncut jade will eventually have its traces,
It is better to retreat to the vast sea,
About happiness.
"The rain shuttled through the messy hair, as cold as the night wind, as lonely as the moonlight; it slid into her neck, cooling her heart. She shivered, and the blanket on her shoulders fell off. She bent down to pick it up, but missed it.
He stuffed the blanket into her hands and looked at each other wordlessly, mist spreading in his eyes; he turned around silently, and on the glass window a few steps away, the rain was beating like fireworks without fatigue; he understood that it was not blooming, but breaking..."
Xu Mu listened to the radio drama playing in the car. The voice was beautiful and the plot was touching. He listened indifferently and looked at him casually. There was no joy at all on her face, a moment of happiness. His heart was broken in sync with the radio drama.
Conception:
