It is said that in the corner of the sea, on the edge of the sky, there is a strange flower that breaks through the ground, sprouts, blooms, blooms, bears fruit, is full, and finally withers.
This flower, born bright but lonely!
This is a word to describe a woman, beauty is easy to get old, and external beauty is only a flash.
"The young woman is old, but she is young in an instant"-an incisive sentence. I can understand it and imagine it, but I just can't cheat it. One's life is doomed to love one person. Love is crazy, love is crazy.
How can you understand love if you don't know it? Maybe all the "thoughts" today are the tempering of love. Beauty is old, but the soul is immortal!