I like his profile, it's quiet and I can appreciate it alone.
I like his back, he is tall and big, I can enjoy it alone.
I like his chest, it's strong, I can rely on it alone.
But these, with the flow of time, gradually drift away.
He is like the spring breeze blowing into my peach garden, driving away the cold winter and making thousands of flowers bloom.
The annual rings will increase but not decrease. Time finally took away him who had been with me all those years.
The fire burned into the garden, and the remaining flowers fell, leaving only a garden of dead branches and leaves.
When I woke up from the dream and came back, I cried into tears. The city was full of corpses and blood, and fires were raging. He was taken away by the wind and came back, but I didn't recognize him anymore.
Time changes, why can't people change?
The innocent, idiot-like, silly girl may also become a royal concubine who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people in the future. A majestic man who would rather sacrifice his life for the world may turn into a murderous demon in the future.
Everything will change.
Love and hate, hatred and affection, can all change. But people are still the same people, they can't change their appearance. Lin Wan is Lin Wan after all, and Jiang Yu is Jiang Yu after all. It's sad that people don't change.
A city full of broken flowers, broken promises, love - not much can be taken care of at this moment.
If we love each other and want to kill each other, let us die by each other's swords.
Fortunately, you are here with me on this journey.
When you are here, I can lean on your shoulder at any time and tell you stories about the distant future. When you are not around, I can think of you at any time and look at the same sky with you. Say I hate you, but I love you more.
When I met you for the first time, I became the same as before. This is fate. I love peach blossoms, and you are like it, printed on me?