Fragments of memories and desolate ruins are piled up in the depths of the water, the throbbing of her bowing her head pierced his heart, the sun gilded the silhouette of her toddler with her daughter, but his eyelashes were in the shadow of time. Frozen into ice. Walking through the dusty passage of time, rubbing wet eyes, I saw the old tree again between my fingers. His ding dong smile should match her slightly drunk eyes, the sunset is transparent and tender. There is also the hut stacked with hands, where nostalgia and sweetness quietly flow into secrets from the longing eyes and the crispness of clinking glasses.
Who knows, after all, there is still no time to fight. Once it lasts, it is the end of a lifetime.
So he persevered day in and day out. Fishing alone, eating a dry dinner alone, watching comedy with a deadpan expression. Reinforcing the place where he and her shared the first brick in the long water pool like building blocks. The building blocks rose with the surface of the water, and the only thing that could not be left behind were those old photo frames, as if they were the building blocks of memories, which could be dissipated in time with a single touch.
The most emotional is when he raised a glass by himself at the bottom of the silent water and looked at her across the world.
The most beautiful thing is that he picked up the old wine glass, tasted the wine, and shared the crispness with her.
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