In the past, my boy was like the sweet marshmallow, but now, my man is like the clouds in the blue sky. When the marshmallow gradually loses its sweetness, what is replaced is not tastelessness and the disappearance of love, but a maturity and habit. What I have is a clean love that can be seen through like clouds, a love that makes people feel at ease. When a girl grows up, what she needs more is a cloud that she can rely on to give her a sense of security. At that time, the sweetness of marshmallows will bring her more or less hesitation and confusion. Therefore, the growth of love is the transformation from marshmallow to cloud.
Concept: When a girl grows up, what she needs more is a cloud that she can rely on to give her a sense of security. At that time, the sweetness of marshmallows will bring her more or less hesitation and confusion.