When I woke up in the morning, with the chirping of insects and birds, I opened a box of strawberries and picked out the biggest and reddest one. I thought of you, so I gave it to you thousands of miles away. Although this strawberry finally rotted in my hand, and the red juice flowed out from the fingers, like the blood flowing quietly in my heart, and all the acres of roses in my heart withered in an instant, but what does it have to do with your happiness?
You no longer have light, no heat, just like the big bear I got back after signing various humiliating treaties when I was a child, but one day I was cruelly thrown away by my parents. I gradually escaped from the pain bit by bit. The tens of thousands of acres of roses in my heart gradually bloomed other flowers and plants, but there were no rose seedlings among them.
Fate is always teasing people like this. I met you again, but I don't want to let you go at all. Let me plant roses in your heart bit by bit, right?
But who knows who fell into whose trap?
Purpose: Loving someone shouldn't be all pain. Even though the result is not beautiful, the process is intoxicating enough.