Every time you pass by in life, it is not necessarily a journey to the terminal. For some scenery, you need to stop, sniff a ray of breeze, and point to the delicate and soft warmth, regardless of the return date or harvest. Just don't miss the moment when fireworks can boil, even if it's just a phantom. Floating life is always a dream, come and go in a hurry, love it when you love it, don't sigh when you leave it, there is no meeting for no reason, don't let the past life be the present life, and don't be burdened by the smoke and rain of the world. Cut a strand of red thread, let the geese pick it up, and send it to you in the distance! If you love each other, don't ask about the return date! At this moment, love is you and me, that's enough (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com