Dawn breaks and it's time to end. When my tears flow down, the pain is overloaded, separation may be another kind of understanding
Time cannot go back to the beginning. We can only continue to walk along the path of longing, and the condensation of longing seems to be just for that moment of melting
We live lonely and hypocritically, practice smiling hard, and finally become people who never dare to cry again.
Please cherish the people around you. When we pass by, should we use our lost tears and blood to deliberately forget the unfulfilled love? Maybe... That's not forgetting, but hiding
Ask the buried heart, prick it with memory, and it will tell you all the truth. Follow, seek...
Don't take your fate to the grave...
Tears fall and bloom into blood-colored flowers. The name of the flower is - love...