The moment the fireworks bloom, many stories pass by the wind, and letting go requires an excuse, and the fireworks in the sky are like a reasonable reason, not only blooming in the sky, but also slowly dispersing in my heart.
We are not an exception to time, nor are we the protagonists in the eyes of time. We are all passers-by in its life. If a unique color is left in a hurry, it will disappear, as if it has never appeared. I don’t know who remembers that color. Maybe the next time I meet it, that familiar color is an unforgotten color.
Maybe one step forward is to suddenly realize that countless hesitation hinders that brave step, your story came a little later. Time is not yet heartless, and as long as there is still a chance, we should be determined.
Eyes have answered all questions on your behalf, and it quietly betrays your heart. This is it, an existence that will never lie, perhaps because of it, we will retain a sincerity and leave it to the place we need most.
That brave person in love, I will pray for you, and meeting you are sincere, and you embrace your true feelings. In a story we cannot foresee, expect no malicious lies. Too many things carry our sustenance, so the appearance of many things is the meaning of their existence. It has its own value, and it also has its own meaning. Just like the world, we also have some meaning.
