The man you loved becomes the road you have traveled.
There are bright lights on both sides of the road. It is flat and safe. Not even an ant has been found dead here. After walking too long, the road lays flat like a strong man's body, brutal and rough.
The path is full of flowers carelessly pricking at the feet. It is rugged and mysterious. When the moonlight darkens, I don't know how many stories happened here. After walking too much on the path, it became like the deep folds on an old woman's face, dark and scary.
Change the road, and one day the lights on the main road will break, but the lunar eclipse on the small road will not fade.
Before dawn, despair first.