Love is difficult in this world, but you love me and I don't want it, and I love you and you don't want it. Consensual consent cannot always be there.
Natural and man-made disasters, life and death are rare.
The bodies of mayflies are precarious, and they are so entangled with each other. It seems that they have said very little for more than ten years and have not even gotten to know each other.
However, the infatuation is unbridled, and the thoughts are never forgotten. When we see each other again, we finally nod, we are relatively speechless, and we hide each other's thoughts.
Every time I think about it, I sigh sadly.
It's easy to let go of the past, and the past lives, sects and sects have long been divided into feuds, and they know each other well.
Regardless of others, I will have some crazy thoughts, and I will not be aware of the thought of staying together, and it is almost over.