Want to hold the good scenery but it has already gone. 91FZL.NET

The weather is getting warm. The Beginning of Spring has long passed. Through these years, in the end, there's only me standing in the warm sunshine. In the end, they have walked further and further away and gradually no longer look back. I remember a boy once said to a girl under my pen: I am waiting for you to come back and live the life we dreamed about, with green mountains and clear waters. But I know that the boy died in the end. I know that those years they took with them have gone far away, to the ends of the earth, to the places I can never go back to. Those who have gone away are the same. They took the things I used to believe in and went far away.