A poem that is strictly guarded against it

There are some things I don't want to be too clear about.

Once convinced, things are different now.

When we coexist in laughter, friendship passes us by, and you suddenly turn around, leaving empty memories, and I am alone.

You once said that you and I are one; But now, under the reflection of the rainbow, friendship is like a withered flower, quietly passing away.

Spent a similar year, each year is different.