Broken time whizzed by in the cold wind.
(of time) passes quickly/unconsciously.
Where is sogou with yellowed memories and crystal tears?
Wind and fallen leaves
Fallen smiling face
Quyang Chengyi
Let's talk (or you and me) in private.
Separate at this point.
After this
Never meet each other all the year round
But there is a soft heartache in my heart, such as the germination and spread of mourning grass.
Discrete. . .
What to save, what to be sad about and what to remember.
It depends on you.
I only choose one piece of land in my heart.
Bury you and that damn time
I will always keep you in my heart.
And I will never remember it.