The flowers are blooming in full bloom, and the dust and smoke have passed. How much do you know?
Most of the grand events in the world are not meant to last long, good things are easy to scatter, and glass is easy to break. Once you reach the top, you will fall down involuntarily, sinking inch by inch into the mire of softness and decay.
It's just that, in the end, I always wanted to look at that person a few more times, but I couldn't bear to do it.
Purpose: I want to give the characters in my novel a good ending