Violet

When the past of love is shattered, can anyone still be missed by the beauty of memory? The flowers wither and the strings are broken, and the geese fly away, only for one person's heart to be cut off. Intoxicated with life, when I look back, the peak is high and cold, and tears flow from my eyes. I don't ask for the next life, I just hope that in this life you can remember your promise to me, never, leave, never, give up. The warmth of the breeze caressed the cheeks, taking away the crystal tears, leaving only traces of sealing. The melodious music of the piano still performs the sad melody, the violet flowers still bloom quietly in front of the window, is the music of the piano still played by an old friend? Maybe no one remembers the sound of the piano at all, and no one cares about everything in the past. What disappears is gone, and death is dead, that is, disappeared. Released to death? No one can tell me, but I believe he is not dead and will definitely appear when I need him most. Shi, where are you?