The passion of the seventeen-year-old girl in the past was like the blood flowers that bloomed on the wedding dress that day, spreading little by little and then dissipating...
Today, she could only walk to the end of the cliff alone and play the song she played for him for the first time...
Watching the moon rise and set. The moon is full and missing.
After all, he and she can only be like the silent bright moon under the night sky, seemingly close at hand, but far away in the world.