"I love your bright spring light, the whisper of summer cicadas, the lonely color of autumn leaves, and the confusion of winter nights."
"I love you. I'll hold two bottles of your favorite fruit wine tonight, sit on the eaves of your house, and invite you to watch the starry sky tonight."
"What if there are no stars tonight?"
"Then I can only invite you to look at the blush on my cheeks."
Throwing an inkstone on one side, we were drunk and drunk on a starry night, and we agreed that when we wake up in early spring, the past will be like a fog, and the wind will blow away.
We will finally be relieved.
Intention: What saves you may not be a beam of light, but it may be a moment of darkness, telling you not to worry, you can cry.