In life, what really matters is not what you encounter, but what you remember and how you remember it. ——"One Hundred Years of Solitude"
In Chen Yu's public and wanton youth, he passed countless people, but there was only no way.
Lu Yu lived a life of loneliness and hardship, and his heart was desolate. In a world full of thorns, Chen Yu was the only rose growing in his heart.
"Chen Yu, thank you for accompanying me through these seven years. I love you."
Intention: I hope you will think of me every night when the stars fall