Youth is a thin layer of paper, and what passes through it is not love.
Those dispensable lingering sorrows, those whispers that once felt moving;
After all, it can't compare to you whispering my name in my ear.
I thought I couldn't stop my mind from stilling like water, but I still learned to let go of everything I thought belonged to me.
I gradually understood,
The beauty of youth is that after so many things, you can smile and say to me; those things are all caused by youth and ignorance.
But you have to know; if your heart is full of desires, it will be difficult to fill the gap.
Saying goodbye is so difficult.
Su Qian slowly closed the wedding invitation, closed the computer page, and closed herself in the lonely night.