Once, a boy told me that he had seen these words on the Internet:
"The feeling of flying a kite is like looking at a very distant object from a distance. Although the distance is very far, your heart will never despair, because you know that the thread you hold in your hand is like a constant fate pulling each other."
It's been a long time since I've flown a kite so "enjoyably". It would have been better if it was at night. At least I could see the biggest and brightest star, and I would feel less melancholy. But...
However, now there are a few more tears on his face. We agreed that we were here to relax and dare to face it, but the tears still flowed out uncontrollably.
Liufeng, why does our love never get support from God? I promised you that I would never cry again, but today... Can I go back on my word?
Liufeng, I am not willing to accept it, I really am not willing to accept it. Why is our love, the thread that holds us, so broken?
Intention: How I wish love in real life is like a glass of boiled water