In an instant, memories are like floods from a dam, violently hitting the last line of defense, washing away the ruins of farewell, but lingering and heart-stopping, like the dark fire but unknown love in these decades of entanglement. For Xiao He, Shen Zhiheng is like a fire buried in his heart. , It was originally silent, looking back to seclusion, a wildfire suddenly broke out, it has become a prairie fire, and everything is moving, as if holding the tiger charm of the past life. In the midsummer of another year, we meet again, and the longing that comes out of my mouth is like the branches and buds of the evergreen tree, which will forever bind the separation and farewell to the sea of memory, which is dark and bottomless.
Intention: love