During that season, it rains heavily.
They are involved in each other and cannot find the way forward.
It can be said that a delicate butterfly cannot fly across the sea. No matter how hard it struggles, it cannot escape the fate of falling into the sea and no longer existing.
It can be said that the daffodils that live by the water are inseparable from greenhouse cultivation. No matter how much it hopes to be independent, it cannot escape the withering and decay of its fertile land.
One is cloud and the other is mud.
Between clouds and mud, how can there be any results? !
The love between the two is destined to take the X route. Even if they have a little intersection, they will eventually become the most familiar strangers.
Walking farther and farther, until the pain really breaks through my heart, I will stop and look back to take a look at the other person who is also tired.
Suddenly, I missed the moment when I held hands. The moist warmth was still lingering in my palms; the naughty and doting eyes were still lingering in my mind; and the tearful eyes were still lingering in my heart. But, no matter what happens, you can never go back to the past...