Swallowing the nectar in his mouth, lowering his head with a self-deprecating smile, red silk was everywhere to announce the good news, and the sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums was in his ears. In the bustling wedding, he was always a bystander, out of tune with it. Now he could no longer even taste the taste of the wine, and the feeling of intoxication could no longer cover up the pain that tortured him every day.
A gust of breeze blew by, and cool air entered his throat. He couldn't stop a low cough, and the suffocating pain in his chest swept over him again. He numbly looked at the pink petals blown off by the wind. The seasons were changing, and the time was quiet. How could the newly formed peach blossoms in spring next year know that the withered petals would wither today.
Come on, if the two people are not in love, all the deepest affection will be forced on others. In this case, you can't take back what you have given, so stop it.
Intention: When life is over, deep love will never end