Those scenery that shuttles through the story, those journeys into the unknown with the story, those years that we forget to look back on through the stories, those of us who have lost our love while walking through the stories. . . .
A few years have passed by in a hurry, and they are just clouds and smoke. I write our story and record our gains and losses. In those good years and those longings, we hand in hand to go through those years of forgetting love. . . .
PS: This article is not my own work, but my dear handwriting. Please support me, hehe. . .