Can we forget it if we don't recall it?
I have been innocent and deep, rebellious and compromised, pursued and given up, hurt and injured, but in the end, I can only escape.
Ordinary life is life. Everyone lives alone and alone, even if all kinds of emotions exist.
Dreams, emotions and responsibilities are always fate.
A white lie, an escape, she thought she would be far away from now on, but his appearance made fate entangled again, and everything was back to the original point, except that things were different and people were different...
The lilies of the valley and daisies on the balcony were beaten by the autumn rain. The daisies had begun to wither, and their white petals were scattered all over the ground.
Like people, potted plants cannot withstand too much wind and rain, but people can choose to escape or pretend not to care. But they have no choice but to stay wherever they are placed. They can only use their own withering to affect people's hearts and express resistance.
Just living in such a humble way.
Waiting is just a habit.
If we meet again and cannot forget, can we tear our hearts apart and love?