Six years of chasing, three years of waiting, and one year of despair...
The sun has turned west, but the lingering warmth is still there. The ginkgo leaves beside the asphalt road slowly fall with the autumn wind. It is just like the scene six years ago, but things are different and people are different. My love and my light were finally destroyed in my own hands...
People say: "A person's thirtieth birthday is no less important than his eighteenth birthday." And your eighteenth birthday has been ruined by my own hands. Now, I can only use myself as a gift to celebrate your thirtieth birthday... Do you still need it? Brother...
Intention: On the road of growth, there will always be someone to heal your wounds.