Ever since Lin Xiao left him, life had become worse day by day.
Lin Xiao was like a lost child. He had been walking on the road of love for a long time. He always thought that he could do anything if he had his own beliefs and his own direction. But one bloody dusk, I suddenly discovered that the yellowed map had been lost at some point, and I could never find it again...
Learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving behind a simple silhouette; learn to give up, bury yesterday in the bottom of your heart, leaving the best memories; learn to give up, so that each other can have an easier start, love that is covered with wounds does not necessarily mean that you will remember it hard.
Life does not require these insignificant persistence. If you don't have something, you really can't let it go...
Intention: Just write, write your own fantasies