Life is just right, meeting and being met, full of bright and gorgeous eyes, full of soft moisture in the heart. The person who you want to beat and scold and hold and cry in your arms always has some other feelings after experiencing loss and finding. I can't help but think about the time of pure love in college. Is it a person, a city, or a relationship that I don't want to give up? I left in humiliation before, and then came back seemingly successfully. Is the person I face still the same person when I left? So what about the person I am now? Have you become the person you always wanted to be? There are too many stories and too many people in this world, but this is the only one related to me...
Intention: I love you, not just casually said