In the washed glass jar, spread a layer of ginger old rock sugar, pour a bottle of osmanthus fragrance, brew an altar in late autumn and warm a pot of warmth.
No matter how many people are in cool thin, please be warm; No matter how indifferent the world is, please love your heart
You have put up with not contacting each other for a long time. You are afraid that others will think you are entangled, but you will never forget it. You don't know until you are disappointed in despair. Maybe it's been so long, it's all your wishful thinking.
Perhaps some people only have their own clearly visible hearts, and no one can tell them. They only use diaries to record the meaning of travel and use time to burn past love.
My life was once lonely. I used to be in a sea of people, but I'd rather be alone. Until I met you.
We can't be born together, but we can harm people together.
I finally returned my youth to her, and my heart moved with the wind together with the summer when my fingertips bounced. In the name of love, will you still like it?
Why do we always have to wait until half our lives, until we can't retreat, before we know that what we gave up with our own hands will never be encountered again in the days to come?
Don't make promises to others easily, because many words will only be remembered by those who listen.