Most Importantly, the World Cannot Keep It

After reading all the pain of parting in the end of the world, returning without the truth will look like scattered flowers. The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the green window has nothing to do with spring or the sky. Waiting to tell the love lamp, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds. The worst thing is that the world can't keep it, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.