He met her when he was 15 years old. Her face was full of indifference, but her eyes were full of determination. It was a world he had never known before. The closer he got, the farther away he became.
So separated. Struggling in missing each other.
The moment we meet again,
She asked: Where are you from?
He answered: From hell to heaven.
As fate would have it, they became farther and farther apart. The river in the middle cannot be crossed.
He said sorry.
She drew two parallel lines for him that would never intersect.
So his life went on as planned, and she was just an accident.
But there were many passers-by in her life, leaving no trace in her heart.
Flowers bloom on the other side. When the flowers bloom on the other side, there is only a ball of fiery red. The flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. We miss each other but cherish each other but... We cannot see each other.
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