After so many lifetimes of love, who picks it up and who leaves it behind, who forgets the past and who always cares about it. Recalling those days, whoever felt lovesickness planted peach blossoms.
Have you ever loved someone? Have you ever hated someone?
The blooming of flowers is destiny, and the falling of flowers is calamity. Love this kind of thing, sometimes, can make people very humble. Not everyone can openly display pain on their face. Even if it is not displayed on their face, the pain is still there.
Not everyone can see through the intertwining of love and hate in these three lives. As long as you are still there, as long as I still love you, then I will not be afraid of the mountains of swords and seas of fire in this world.
Love is a very bad thing if you don't meet the right person.
There will always be a person in the world, there must be such a person, he will call your name in a gentle, gentle and soul-stirring way.