The ancient weir is charming for the first time, and the sycamore flowers appear in my heart...
Ever since we said goodbye, I don't know who caught my eye and who entered my heart.
Many times, Mo Wei thought that it would be fine if she was just a rose blooming at the end of the night. But luckily her fate had gone awry from the very beginning. She could not escape and ended up back where she started. In the end, she could only see a hundred miles away from the corner of her eye, and everything she saw was the same person.
Intention: Growth is never just talk. The growth that comes with suffering is the sunshine that roses yearn for.