There is a farmer's proverb: If you don't plant flowers during the Grain Rain, your heart will be like a crawling crab."
Some people know that they only miss each other when they meet, but they can't help but form a bond and work hard to keep them.
Just so that I don't have any regrets, lest the crab's legs are stuck in my heart and be scratched till they are dripping with blood.
Is it because of habit, reluctance, or is it true nostalgia that is hard to let go of?
There is no right or wrong in love, only suitability
Whether the shoes fit or not, only the person wearing them knows