In the long river of time, some things and people will be diluted or even forgotten, but for them, time is like a bone-carving knife, deeply engraving what happened between each other into every bone of the body, deep into the marrow.
Meet again
He is the boss of the company, he is superior
She is already a mother, as low as dust
Eight years, 2920 sleepless nights, the person I desperately wanted to forget was like a wild vine wrapping around my heart.