Love for a long time becomes a habit; pain for a long time becomes a mark; hate for a long time becomes a burden. Love without passion, from fiery to dull, may be the eternity we have been pursuing. Although we don't know, will this plainness still be so intoxicating? Just waiting, no matter whether time has diluted everything, the heart is still in its original position, beating persistently in its stubborn way, speed... The gently swaying catkins are like your flowing long hair; the shining stars are like your bright eyes; the wisp of red clouds on the side is like your gentle lips; the falling drizzle is like a daughter's endless longing for you, mother.
