On that distant spring day, curled up in the depths of memory, some things never happened and wrote an ending.
On the hillside full of fresh tea and acacia, you are young and infatuated, standing in the wind, your clothes fluttering, your affectionate eyes staring at the distance, staring at a girl with long hair fluttering, waiting for her arrival.
You wait, and your mood is as warm as spring in the afternoon; You wait until the sunset fades; You wait until the stars are thin and the moon is bright at night!
The girl you are waiting for is young me, the fickle, suspicious and unruly woman! I promise to walk through that beautiful mountain road with you.
Finally, I can't keep you waiting for me-I didn't go to that casually promised date!
At that moment, my figure was next to another tall figure, and a pair of beautiful images were projected on the lotus pond in the afternoon. Lotus fragrance is floating in the dense air, and my ears are full of whispering love words, smiling, but not your beauty!
And tonight, sitting alone, taking off the heavy mask and thick residual makeup during the day, I no longer have a delicate face like a flower and tender feelings like water in the mirror. Thin eye lines tell the vicissitudes of the world, and this faintly visible white hair has witnessed the passing years.
At this time, in the dead of night, the thin comb teeth touched my thick long hair and touched the soft thoughts hidden in my chest. Suddenly I remembered that afternoon filled with lotus fragrance, that promise I failed to honor, that stabbed heart, that feeling I failed to live up to!
An inexplicable sadness, some unspeakable guilt welled up in my heart!
You stand on the green hillside and look around anxiously. This picture has become a permanent injury in my heart!