In front of the window, a bunch of gypsophila bloomed quietly, just like that summer three years ago.
I am willing to be a supporting role, no one knows that I have always liked you. I carry my love for you like a thief carrying stolen goods, never daring to expose myself to the broad daylight.
Fortunately, even if the road ahead is bumpy, there is always a star of your own in the world that points to the future.
Intention: What you love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled
