What we seek will eventually be forgotten, and what we welcome with joy often brings us heartbreak. Love in urban life is often like fireworks that are gorgeous but cannot bloom for a longer time. We are baptized by life, but we cannot save our stubborn self. While tears were streaming down my face, I was burning rice, rice, oil and salt. But we are so wanton and unrestrained, bathing ourselves in our emotions.
Intention: Lonely souls are used to collide with the peach blossom robe, and love will be vivid and vivid