I met you when the flowers were blooming in spring, but when you came back, you were like ice.
The glorious years are like water without a trace, spend all your time learning to love, and eventually lose this love.
Who hasn't had a sad past? Our growth is just the product of time harvest.
Whose youth is not confused? I am sad and you are sad.
Pain is something we must experience in life, so don't be afraid or hesitate.
"Cen Ximo, are you ready?"
"Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind..." Ximo smiled slightly.
Concept: No one is perfect, let alone love.
