Innocent Spring

When I met her, the autumn wind in October was as warm as spring. On the day she left, the spring rain in March was as ice-like as snow. I once thought she would be everything to me. But after going through the pain, I realized that the world was so big, why it had to be her. There are still many things in the world waiting for me to do, and many people waiting for me to cherish them. I hope that in this life, I will no longer be confused by love