At the end of the world, pear blossoms in dreams.
When we see each other again, it is an encounter and a reunion.
The so-called attachment is forgotten in the heavy time. And the so-called forgetting cannot escape that deep attachment after all. When we met each other, the inexplicable lingering feeling in my heart was finally the longing that settled in the long river. And this longing is reluctance, destiny, and unswerving dependence on each other.
White flowers are better than snow, Hunan skirts and green clothes.
The infatuation when we first met without knowing it, the attachment of being together day and night without knowing it. I don't know the origin of love, but it teaches people to miss each other endlessly.
I also talked and laughed leisurely, and spent time under the moonlight. But in the face of worldly affairs, who can bear the burden?
Choice, responsibility, guilt, helplessness, confusion, sadness, sadness...
However, in the end, we will finally admit that some people, once met, can never be erased. Some people, once recognized, are worthy of protecting and waiting for eternity.
Conception: