Fireworks in the third month of spring intoxicate the heart. Why keep searching for someone to share the pain?
Jing Yuan's poem: even now, I still don't know what you were feeling when you wrote those words.
"Show no disrespect; even grass and stone may change, and kindness can reach the spring water."
In the end, I couldn't do it because I couldn't let go. I once told you that if I did let go, I wouldn't know how to go on living.
I still feel that way now, but there will be no other year for me to share with you.
Forgot to score =-= Make up for it
I accidentally saw the author's article, haha. I really like the ancient style of the author. It's a pity that it's BG, but I still like it very much. I'll wait for the author's next article.