It was silent at night, and the moonlight lay lazily on the corner of the table, like the deep love of the sea to the sky.
The heart will gradually harden, and no matter how cold the surrounding atmosphere is, I will always believe that there will be beautiful, so-called love in this world. I believe that in the wilderness of time, faith will unknowingly break into his world.
This will be a tender story - as beautiful as our first love.
The reality is cruel, full of coldness, money, lust, mutual use, and darkness; but what has never changed is his infatuation for her.
Friendship is like a piece of bright ice soul in fairyland. It is like sweet honey, but also like bitter coffee, which is difficult to swallow.
In fact, if you look around, as long as your heart is as pure as the sea, everything will fade away. You can quietly hold the hand that life hands to you.