Time just creaked slightly, and there was no news from them.
When we meet again, all the green hair in our memories will turn into snow.
Whose smile, whose warm palm?
Where is the lingering love? Where is the sudden warmth and coldness?
When I reach my old age, half my life is spent, and I suddenly feel that the shadows of clouds are dull.
The years are just like that,
It started with hesitation and finally met each other without words.
Time flies, I am lucky to have you, and enjoy the flowers and shadows in the window together.