His dream was to paint her a picture with Mexican quetzals and white camellias, her and him. The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, the sun is sinking into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building. It was raining heavily when she came, and it silently blew away all his reserve and pride. "Obviously it was you who provoked him first, and it was obviously you who let him go first, but I was still the one who still couldn't let him go in the end." "I have to hurry. Goodbye." - She fell madly and passionately in love with the classical piano, wrote scores for him and spent all day and night for him. But one of the two people will eventually let go first. He has his pride, reserve and indecisiveness, and she also has her coquettishness and unique gentleness. "I'm sorry. I love the bright green or red color, not the fatal tenderness after you suppress your temper." "Peaceful year after year, never seen again." - Do you think she likes the green or red quetzal or the white camellia? —She likes Fang Ban. Do you think she prefers patina or red quetzals or white camellias? —She likes Fang Ban. -This is indeed a very sad story, because I like you. But just like you.
Intention: Even if the people you love are far away from you, remember: take the loss indifferently, be optimistic and happy.