You said, how can you love others if you pretend to be someone else in your heart?
She always thought he was the wind, blowing away and then leaving. The spring flowers were blooming at that time, and all he had left was a bright smiling face.
The image that was engraved in the deepest part of my heart, only after ten years did I realize that it was already old times.
Nowhere to find it. No way to start. There is no turning back.