At that time, we all still believed in "forever". In the light and shadow of the ivory tower, she is the oil painting girl who makes my heart beat weightless, with eyes as clear as streams and a smile as bright as chrysanthemums.
That night, I mixed a cup of "Tequila Sunrise" for her. Watching the gorgeous colors rising in the cup, we thought that a new and hopeful future was about to begin.
However, the canvas of life is not always tender. My ideals are retreating steadily in the face of reality, reduced to decadence in a wine glass; but her talent is rising like a star, illuminating the growing gap between us. That light was warm and dazzling. In the end, we chose to use a separation that lasted for half a year to breathe and heal ourselves.
I thought it was a preparation for a better reunion. I quit drinking, put on a suit, and tried my best to polish myself into a look that could stand alongside her. I carefully prepared a grand reception banquet, waiting for her smile to bloom like a lotus.
Her silence was like the sharpest knife, cutting off the last love between us.
Intention: One is silent due to misunderstanding, and the other is missed due to self-esteem. In the end, deep love turns into regret that cannot be turned back.