The white horse passing through the gap describes the speed of time, like a white pony running through a small gap. Emotions are fermenting. The closer I get, the more scared and longing I feel. I touch my fingertips lightly, and the unspeakable words are like a fish stuck in my throat. Will I miss it through my fingers like fine sand, and it will disappear in an instant. Still, the gaps will leave traces, and I will never forget them... [June will be a devil's month. I will take a vacation when I finish my work. I hope to finish the article in July. Although there are still many chapters. If you have any thoughts about the abuse of Su, you can also leave me a message. After writing this, I have new ideas to start a new article because I am also a reader. When I am chasing articles, I also want the author to write more and more. So every day I hope that I can squeeze in time to update. In addition, the author has a glass heart and the subject matter and writing style do not like it. I hope to detour. Do not spray. Thank you]