Zhang Ailing once said that loving someone is as low as dust.
But... What if there is no chance to turn into dust?
Young love is like a glass of green fruit wine. The sour feeling lingering in the mouth will eventually turn into the white breath exhaled in winter and disappear, and all the unpleasantness will be silent at the bottom of the sea of time.
Where will the best of us be in the future?
Conception: