Does the end of love mean the real end? Looking at him with a new life, is it too late? Maybe we should wait a little longer, wait until spring blooms, wait until love comes. The spring breeze is still blowing, and all accidents are not coincidences, but my long-planned plans. But he is no longer the same person, and she is no longer the same person.
Intention: Believe in yourself, happiness will be at the next intersection