Sometimes love is like a dream, ignorant, sweet and gentle, but when you wake up, nothing is lost.
The feelings that grow in both directions are like vines, entangled with each other, slowly entangled, intertwined into a network, but can be easily broken through by stones, repaired, and ultimately never the same again.
I don't understand that youth is gone and time will never come back. When we meet again, we will choose to be honest or conceal it. The road to love is full of thorns, and it may not be a good thing to see each other again after overcoming thorns. Why should we hurt each other? Just let it go, the bubble has burst, it's time to wake up from the dream.
Intention: Losing is not necessarily a bad thing. The important thing is that you are willing to let go and look forward. The best is always waiting for you not far away. When your eyes meet and you look back to say hello, it is a new beginning.