Helplessly, the Flowers Fall Away

Time flies. When we met again, she was no longer the innocent girl she was before, and he was no longer the sunny boy. Between them, there is time, identity, and hatred between them. Behind all this entanglement, what kind of ending should there be? In troubled times, who can be relied upon? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The new article will not be pitted, nor will the pen become full. May the bricks and flowers fly together, and the saliva and the applause come together! Having said that, bow and retreat... I'm not very good at writing copy, sorry... We strive to update, ensure originality, and humbly accept flowers, bricks, and gifts from all parties.