I met a girl, seventeen years old. She is as delicate as the peach blossoms in spring and as bright as the blazing sun in midsummer.
That year, love first emerged, and the seeds were planted in my unexplored heart.
Later she got married and we didn't see each other for a long time. When we saw each other again, I didn't believe my eyes at first.
The girl was twenty-eight at the time, and her former appearance was clearly visible on her haggard face. She is like a withered branch or a broken willow.
She jumped into the sea, but I was spinning around in circles. So I remembered her and provided for her. Looking back, I found that my heart had already left with her.
The waves were blue and gentle, and I stood on the edge of the waves, with no one around me.
＊First person/male perspective
Purpose: Happy every day