Whoever changes the fleeting years, the passing memories will be buried deep in the past. I peered through the rolling curtain at that yellowed face, who was turning around for her beauty. Looking back, I can see all the old grudges. Forgot about the lingering time. We all missed that fleeting time, we should have loved well before letting go. But he still hurt his feelings, set his vagina on fire, and burned all possible beautiful achievements...
Who changed the fleeting time, met love by mistake in the wrong season, didn't understand each other's feelings at that time, didn't understand our love in the fleeting time, and the street after holding hands suddenly felt lonely and heavy. Only then did I realize that I made the mistake of running away from your tenderness, which made the years go by. In the abyss of memory, the flowers bloomed at that time withered; the scattered stories hurt the beauty of the years. On the way to heaven, I finally see that those beautiful memories have already integrated my love for you into my blood and bones. I love you and spend my time there. The most beautiful poem we ever had...
Time flies. Us. Burial of fleeting years...