"I always thought that the mountain was the story of water, the cloud was the story of wind, and you were my story. But I didn't know whether I was your story or not." The greatest sorrow is that the heart does not die. Love is so short, but forgetting is so long. This feeling can be cherished as a memory, but at that time, it was already vague. Waiting is the earliest aging of life. Drops shatter the rain of gold bricks, knockingē¢ˇthe ice of the jade pot. Listen, famous quotes are all heart-breaking sounds. The shadow of a crane crosses the cold pond, and the cold moon buries the soul of flowers. A person stands alone amidst falling flowers, while two beauties fly together in drizzle! Flowers drift and water flows on its own, one kind of yearning, two places of idle worries. Happiness and luck are so similar, but is happiness the same as luck? When we were young, we gave up, thinking it was just a relationship, only to later realize that it was actually a lifetime.