Everyone has their own story. Some people choose to bury their past love deep in their hearts, some have long forgotten it, some people have begun to forget it, and some people...
I have always vividly remembered the past stories, but one day I found that I could not recall many things and began to forget them, so I published some things in the form of a novel before I forgot them.
Some things, when you have them, you don't care about them, they don't matter; when they are completely lost, you always feel that they will still be there in the future; it is not until you can never find them again that you learn to grow up and truly understand that she was so precious and irreplaceable!
If time could come back, I would hold her hand again and never be apart.
My friend said: "Life is a period of time, one step, and then the next. This world cannot live without anyone." For most people, it should be like this, but for me, drawing the ground as a prison is an attitude, a choice, and a view of love! This article is about such a story.
Intention: If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night?