I broke up, I let go, I cried today, I bid farewell to the past, I will be happy in the future, I will laugh, and I will never cry for anyone again.

Affectionate nostalgia, originally a beautiful trance, reminds me of happiness. At that moment, it seemed that time went back and a hundred flowers blossomed. Tender and touching, longing and sweetness, it turned out that it was only our first meeting. Tides rise and fall, things change, and the world changes. So, if you can't continue, then you'd rather cut off all the exits. May everything be as beautiful as it was at first sight. Love at first sight, goodbye. I hope that when I see you again, I will feel the same as when I first saw you. Life is like this, life is like this, love life and love death. Isn't it?