I thought I would never love again. I was hurt, hurt, scared, tired, and tired. I no longer thought about it, and I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted such an ordinary person, but who was this waiting for?
Is life always like this, after going around in circles, we finally meet again by chance? It seems that there is an arrangement somewhere, and the fate is already destined?
It turns out that I searched for him thousands of times, but when I look back at dusk, you are always there in the dim light!