They are equally stubborn and perverse.
It was only the temperature of his palms that gave him a hint of warmth in this harsh winter.
Those lives that existed like flowing water were once like the color of glass before the moonlight, touching people's hearts.
Days like this will never come back again.
Where is he? Where has the time taken him?
Their cardamom years, their teenage love, are they still there?
I'm still not used to cold tea, which breaks my heart.
If the body does not move, can it fade away, darkness, flowers and water.
His smile eventually turned into a wisp of haze in the dusk, dissipating in the wind.
Only tears can still remember that fleeting time. We have loved, hated, smiled, been sad, sad, and happy, it is just a matter of a moment. When it passes, the person we love will disappear in the torrent of time.