I've really wanted to write a short story about first love. Nothing much happens, and the ending is predictable. When they love each other, they love wholeheartedly; when they don't anymore, they let go without hesitation. And so this story came to be.
Vivid. The sadness lies not in the fault of the person you love, but in the attachment to the fault.
In fact, mistakes can also be very happy, as long as you know that the right person is in another place after all.
I didn't expect this to be a wife who likes to write about tragedies... I worriedly took a look at the Golden Town next door and didn't see the word 'tragedy'. I was a little relieved... But I didn't dare to completely rest assured... Well, even if it is a tragedy, we still have to pursue it...
Vivid. The sadness lies not in the fault of the person you love, but in the attachment to the fault. In fact, mistakes can also be very happy, as long as you know that the right person is in another place after all.
I didn't expect this to be a wife who likes to write about tragedies... I worriedly took a look at the Golden Town next door and didn't see the word 'tragedy'. I was a little relieved... But I didn't dare to completely rest assured... Well, even if it is a tragedy, we still have to pursue it...