Everyone's life is their own protagonist, until they meet each other, the beauty of the first sight, like the romance in the flower, with a beautiful encounter.
Winter rain, less poetic, but more confusing. I remember that in that winter rain, you and I had the opportunity to meet, standing in the rain, seeing the foggy town in the distance, that picture, there is indescribable warmth, there is endless romance and entanglement. I hold your hand, walk through the noisy streets, walk among the mountain crevices of the western plateau, wander in the ocean of love, and your laughter spreads into my ears and rings in my heart. In those days, there was only me in your clear eyes, and there was only one you in my eyes.
Time passed too quickly, crushing a lot of things, including each other in our eyes, and you inadvertently turned around, but took away all my love, leaving only the memory slowly accumulating in my heart. No matter how hard you try to forget, the kissed cheeks and the hugged body are still engraved with the traces of the beginning after many years. I wish you were still in the same place, and everything was still the same as it was at the beginning. We have said that we will never be separated and live every day seriously. Opening the book of memory, the past scene after scene gushed into the heart, too many memories were engraved by time with layers of vicissitudes, such as smoke of the old things, vicissitudes of the face, are gradually drifting away in time.
Over the years, a plain pen has recorded too many words that cannot be said. A wisp of love, cherishing my full of concerns. After many years, despite the torment of lovesickness, I still love you.