Bubble Fleeting

Over the years, there is someone who has been growing up in my life. We have loved each other crazily, been hurt, separated, missed each other, turned around and missed each other. I still smile and say to you, the most beautiful ten years, it is so good to have you. Some people live and grow old slowly, and their years burst like a bubble; some people die, but they are forever frozen in their flowery youth.