The flying snowflakes fell on the lantern in front of the door, and the hexagonal elves melted into water droplets. The sound of firecrackers was deafening, the fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the air, and the children were running around holding fireworks. The old woman on the rocking chair in the house couldn't understand why, in the blink of an eye, she became such an old man with children and grandchildren around her knees. How did I survive these fifty years?
A cold jade hairpin outlines those green years, when you were careless at first, and when I was young and carefree, the flowers were in full bloom and extremely beautiful, and her life ended abruptly...
The drama is still going on, but things have changed and people have changed. "This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at the time." Did you already regret it at that time? Life is like a play. Has your life been staged according to the script from the beginning? If so, how can I figure out how to sing without a script?
A yellowed photo blurred the years. The person in the photo seemed familiar, but she had already deliberately buried it in the depths of her memory. "How have you been over the years?"