Is there such a kind of beauty that will never change? The beauty I have embraced will never be broken again.
Is there such a drop of tear that can wash away regret and turn into heavy rain and fall on the street where there is no return?
Is there such a world where it never gets dark, where the stars, the sun, and everything is under my command?
Is there such a rose that never withers, is always proud and perfect, and never compromises?
Is there such a bookmark? The day I stopped, it was a pure smile and the most beautiful year
Is there such a poem that cannot find the end? Youth will always settle in our years.
Is there such a tomorrow that I can live my life all over again and let me feel the squandered yesterday again?