Ripples of Love

One look back is destined to be waiting for you forever, A brush of shoulders is an endless return date for you and me. Have you ever loved me? I once thought I would be with you on the road to heaven, but what I am waiting for is that in the sea of ​​people, I missed you again and again, whether it was love-hate entanglement, or the hard work remains the same. Waiting, endless waiting, do you still exist at the end of the endless world? Are you still waiting for me there? Begonia flowers bloom, but people remain the same!