Chen Qingran can still recall those evening glows many years later.
The golden light shone on the young man's back, like a dream.
She should have known at that time, most of the joy of youth is like this:
You silently rejoice and watch from a distance. When the curtain is about to end and the figure in front is submerged in darkness, you realize that you are always only behind you, not beside you.
After a long, long time, everyone he liked had his shadow, but he was hurt again and again. She began to believe that suitability was more important than liking, but she burst into tears again and again one night.
When I was young, I only knew love and joy, but I didn't know that in love, most people are just passers-by.
Intention: Not being able to love makes spring sad and autumn sad. Some people who don't understand love and don't know how to love just compose new words to express sorrow.