If you keep cutting, it will become messy. The cut hair is still as messy as a messy heart. It cut off the gentle lingering, but never cut off the promise of staying together for a lifetime. The pain of cutting is burned into my heart, and the cut petals can never be sewn back together again. The past is like smoke, and the old red thread has long been cut. Little tears fell gently, staining my haggard face. Although we still remember those unforgettable years when we meet again, the pain of parting gradually passes away and becomes indifferent in my cherished life. Looking back suddenly, the marriage that I couldn't tell you about before has been deeply buried in my heart by Sui Feng.
