There are only three kinds of peach blossoms in the world, one is crimson, the second is water green, and the third is moon white; there are only three kinds of women in the world, one is bright, the second is smart, and the third is cold.
The persistence of enduring the hardships in the world and trusting each other completely turns into flowers behind the youth, spreading into a thick blanket and a ten-mile peach forest. They are just the so-called sorrow and happiness obsessions.
My youth is gone, I will never see you again, and everyone I meet from now on is not you.