"He was the love I could never get back when I was young."
As the sun set, she said calmly, her eyes full of tenderness. A gust of wind blew by, bringing up a few fallen leaves, which were slightly yellow and curled, and made a rustling sound as they brushed against the ground.
Life is like this, full of regrets, separations, and all kinds of things that cannot be achieved. How can there be a perfect life? One hundred years of solitude, people once had it, but after birth and departure, they will always be lonely.
Intention: You are the joy of youth