The sweet time of the past has become an afterimage, and the young lover has become a handful of dust, hidden underground forever.
They seemed to have returned to that summer, when they met for the first time in an unknown corner of the world. From then on, two completely different but similar destinies were intertwined and they were closely connected.
The road ahead is brightly lit, no one is stopping or wandering.
As time goes by, we are falling into darkness step by step and cannot be saved.
Forget me, I'm just a liar who doesn't keep his word.
After having her, I knew what daylight looked like.
They are all mute, and the love of the mute is destined to not be responded to.
When it withers, it will rot, and when it rots, it will be abandoned.
A heart that is cold and a heart that is dead.
(Be)
Affectionate and gentle T × Sensitive and pessimistic P
Qingshuiwen has a lot of flashpoints, so don't spray it if you don't like it.
Intention: Maybe it's our future