Once walking and listening, tears gushed out like a flood, the sky was gray at that time, looking back at the blink of an eye for ten years, you have been a wife, perhaps many people and many things are a lifetime, loved, hurt, hated.
Or thank you for your world, my world, after all, is not our world, just as I don't understand your world, and you never understand my world
Some people say that when you have a fixed playlist, you rarely listen to new songs, but if you pass by a small street one day and accidentally hear a song you like, you will download it and loop the single to death. So it's not that you can't love someone more than you did in the first place, it's just that you haven't met any better, and when you accidentally meet, you must find yourself loving more.
Once a single loop, once experienced in the eyes, once the youth of the past is gone, once the only, the only one slowly is a memory, which, can never find the feeling of return, pay tribute to the classic, pay tribute to youth