She said, you listen to the wind; you said, she is chasing her dreams; I said, you are also chasing what you yearn for, in the ethereal time and space.
She said, you don't look back; you said, she is leaving
I said, I was just hesitating in the distance, in that light winter and half summer...
You don't know that the wind is you, you don't know how tragic the story is. In that winter and half of summer, I liked you.
When you wake up from that dream, watch you hug her and leave...
Maybe our encounter was wrong at the beginning.
Maybe our encounter is destined to be beautiful.
I am no longer an innocent bud, just a little flower admiring itself, waiting.
There are several stories, each with its own joys and sorrows. It's really hard to label them.
P. S. It is adapted from real events, but the author is not the heroine