Traces of Rings

A few years ago, I first met her in that cafe. She was still an innocent and naive girl. She likes to sit by the window, staring blankly at the people coming and going outside the window with envious and lonely eyes... A few years later, in the same cafe, a gold-rimmed platinum ring appeared on the ring finger of that long, white left hand. She is no longer the girl who does not understand the world. There is a kind of contradiction in her red eyes, expectation and disappointment... Just like a dying beast, unwilling and resigned... Now, I am holding her hand and whispering on the road to happiness. The fingers of her left hand are no longer nameless. The light of diamonds is shining brightly in her eyes. That finger has left a permanent trace for me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes a person's departure is not the end, but the beginning. The traces of the ring will gradually fade over time, and then learn to disappear into the past... Happiness will take advantage of this moment to trap you... Intention: