I suddenly felt that
I could understand both the little girl's mood of insisting on guarding the tree,
and the big brother who seemed indifferent but shouldering a heavy responsibility, and the
younger brother who was hard-mouthed, but secretly watered the tree at night.
in the final analysis there is only one word can describe
love
just love the way each person is different from
the passage of time
and marshes
that keeps love a very tough battle?
Not necessarily able to stick to the end
and those who pretend not to care?
Often always alone, remembering all the
loneliness - the memory of loneliness, the memory of the gorgeousness of the past.
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