A Date with a Beautiful Man

The face is like a flower, and the flower is like a dream. A beautiful face is easy to grow old, and flowers are easy to fall. Who can promise her a lifetime of love? Whose pool of autumn water can she be? The brother who sang love songs to his little sister yesterday, why did he leave her alone in the mirror today to feel pity for himself? I asked the sky in silence, and shed tears of pity. I left with despair, but I didn't expect that nothing had changed. That him, those him, those things were slowly unfolding in another space. . . . . . This article is a time travel article