The white paper is a lifetime, and the edge is endless darkness. . . . . . . . . During this period, the stars and moon, flowers and grass intertwined, coming and going. If it hadn't been for that rain, I wouldn't have met you; if I hadn't bumped into you that day; if that time was just a dream; unforgettable and unforgettable, laughter and sadness, ups and downs. . . . . Some people are destined to come once, some people are destined to stay once; some love cannot last long, some people cannot remember it for a long time, some wounds are not too deep, some pain is hidden in the chest, some hate comes too fiercely, and some people are destined to be passers-by. Some tears are destined to be shed in vain. . . . . . . . .