I remember the first time we met, your eyes sparkled when you looked at me, and a star fell into my heart;
I remember the first time we hugged each other, you held my chest tightly and powerfully, and a warm current melted me;
Remembering that you left without saying goodbye, the star turned into a drop of stubborn tears.
Wandering in the four seasons of my life, the hustle and bustle of cars, and the cold night space,
Finally in my eyes - drops.
The author's real name is Du Ronghua, and his pen name is Xiaodu.
Intention: After returning from thousands of miles, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and when I smile, I still smell the fragrance of plum blossoms. May you be away for half your life and still a young man when you return!