A thought turns to ashes, a wrong love turns to disaster.
In this life, I have walked the path you took, one step at a time, and all the stars will be shattered.
The fireworks in the clouds are mottled, and the years are fleeting. Looking back again, the past has faded.
Back then, your shadow wandered in the poetry of post-youth, and it lingered throughout my life.
What kind of courage and persistence? …
Even if the encounter is fruitless, the coming and going is ignorant, the flowers bloom and become a sea, and the longing becomes a disaster.
Be firm, never leave, never give up.
Looking back for a short time, I suddenly realized that you and I are no longer the teenagers we used to be. However, obsession has taken root, and no matter how hard we try to eliminate it completely, we cannot.
Things are unpredictable and the wind and rain are unpredictable. Falling into each other's whirlpool, cutting off three thousand infatuations, and then seeing the depth of love and shallowness in fate.
It is better to live up to you in the next life than to forget each other when the flowers bloom and fall.
Thousands of endings are waiting for us in the dim and distant time, and which one do you want? …