April is the best time for peach blossoms to bloom, and the breath of spring is everywhere. It also tells me that spring has come. I break a few branches and put them in a bottle and put them in the house. While listening to the song you asked me to listen to, I think that our beginning and end are similar to what the lyrics say. Because we are ultimately destined to become A, C, and D among passers-by who pass each other by each other.
You sat across from me with a pitiful expression. You cried and said we were in love. We will never see each other again in the future. Away from the entanglement of emotions, my heart is in chaos, but I pretend to be calm. I smiled and said we got together and parted. Over the past few years, the memories are so sweet. The laughter is still in my ears. On the seventh day after the breakup, I saw you leaning on someone else's shoulder. The smile on your face was relaxed and natural. There was no sadness when you left. It turned out that your tearful eyes were full of cruel deception. I missed you in the past, but you forgot your vows so quickly. Find a new love. The song also describes our expressions when we broke up and everything that will happen in the future. After all, you are no longer you, but I am still listening to the song "The Seventh Day of Breaking Up" under the peach blossoms, recalling the past that no longer belongs to you, but only belongs to me. When I turned around, happiness was still around me. I gave up what I never got, and then I realized that the sincere feelings that belong to you are still there, but this time the person is the most cherished person in my life.