What is love? It is searching in the ups and downs of the sea of people, looking back when you pass by, or looking at each other between you on the other side of the window and me on this side of the window. I don't know, I don't know why the eyes meet so precisely. It's as if there is a voice pulling on your optic nerve, pulling you to look up. Looking there, you see such a pair of eyes, a pair of clear and ignorant eyes. The moment we looked at each other, I couldn't help but wonder whether I was looking at his eyes or mine.
When one thing becomes a node of time, time passes quickly, winter becomes summer, and summer returns to winter. You simply said sorry and left, but you didn't know that you had become everything in my heart.
The writing style may be a bit melancholy, but there is still something edible about the crumbs of the cake. This is my first time writing. Hope you all like it
Intention: Loving someone is a lifetime