It changes day by day, and different things happen every day. Life is often unpredictable, just like you can't predict your future. Maybe it's like the aftertaste left after drinking cappuccino, a little bitter, a little sweet... It was sweet at first. , But later the taste faded and disappeared. Destiny once connected the two people. At least they once had the same dream. The four seasons rotated, from acquaintances to strangers, walking on the same street, waiting at the same station, but in the same cloud. The smell of cappuccino had already passed by...
Love is like a beautiful fairy tale, like a dream but not a dream. Although love at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night is beautiful, it is reality... If you say it as a joke, it seems like a joke, but seriously, you can't help but believe that the fairy tale in the midnight does not exist...
Confused, puzzled
Love? I never knew because I didn't understand. Don't love it? I never knew because...
The seeds are sprouting quietly... And this seed... Can it bear fruit?
I never knew...