It seemed like everything had changed overnight, and yet it seemed like nothing had changed. She was still herself, but things had changed.
Time makes them dependent on each other and strong. . .
Seven years is enough time for a person to be reborn. . .
I didn't turn around to leave, I just wiped away my tears, fearing that my pride would be defeated in front of you.
Why is my heart tired? Because the person I love cannot be my lover
Why didn't she let go, because she was afraid that the person she would meet later would not be a good person?
Can they still see each other and be together for the rest of their lives?
My dear, the wind is coming, do you hear my thoughts?