She said, I don't know if time will miss you. All I know is that the wind does not know its color or its return date. Time treats you coldly, so I will be your wind and love you. No matter how beautiful you are, I will never return.
Later, time still could not remember the poor people. It even took away the wind from Yang Xi. From then on, in Yang Xi's world, there was no warm wind blowing, and there was no more wanton long streets. The wind also bids farewell to the return date, and the ink stains the river.
Many years later, when he met a similar person again, he thought it was Feng who had found his direction, and Yang Xi was filled with joy for this. But after many attempts, I was ultimately disappointed.
Perhaps under the cherry blossom tree, with gentle rain and a long sleep, is the best place to end up...
Purpose: to record the lives of depressed patients and to praise love that is not accepted by the world.