Rabindranath Tagore wrote in his poem, "Life is as gorgeous as a summer flower." It expresses the splendor of life, but also the loneliness of decay.
The years are like waves. In this dance of life, we are passers-by and spectators.
Youth is desolate but also crazy. After passing through that period of blossoming youth, we understand that the world is impermanent, and joys and sorrows will eventually come together. We will spend our whole lives to interpret all the content.
And you, in fact, accidentally misfired and shot me in the heart, causing my heart to burst with flowers and my love to burn. What heals in the end is desire; what leaves scars is love.
Open the books and let us write the story of these ten years.
Love is burning, do you dare to go on with me?