Library

The left hand is reading my story, and the right hand has become my accident; beautiful stories only exist in my mind, stories in reality, whether you love it or not, every step you take determines the end point in the future. You saw countless embarrassing and fragile moments of mine, but in the end I could only watch countless falling paper dragonflies howling and crying, and chose to say goodbye to you in the rearview mirror; you carried the beauty I most longed for in my life, but after all it was not within my reach. That rain ended my grandfather's life and also ended your silent efforts behind me;