Time repeats flatly and intimately like the waves that slap and roll over the coast, she and her sister live peacefully and lonely, living. Serving flowers and plants, weaving trivial matters, reading by the fireplace, and occasionally chatting with me. Coping with typhoons is the biggest thing in their lives.
Before she knew it, her skin was no longer rippling like snow, her gray hair bleakly matched her wrinkled face, and her sunken eyes were no longer radiant but still radiant.
The handsome young man who was blown by the waves seemed to be familiar with her. She stared at him, sweet, panic, shy and overwhelmed, just wanting to offer him the love and beauty of the whole world. Well-prepared food, custom-made clothes, word cards plastered all over the house... Countless times of staring and peeping from the front and side during the day and night.
The teenager stood on the stone steps in the yard and played the violin. In the distance, the sea and sky were blue and the breeze was gentle, and the lavender in the yard was gently swaying and fragrant.
Two lonely and kind sisters, they thought they would live with him for a long time, they thought it was a son and lover given by God, they burned the note that would take him away, but he finally flew away with a dream . They went to London to hear him play, and he was so radiant and radiant, and his music touched everyone. Seeing each other again, I have mixed feelings, the star in front of me is no longer the teenager at home, this time they turned and left firmly. There are pictures of him in that bedroom, as well as memories.
Waiting is a person's romance and sadness. Waiting for the love that has come or never came is the purest and loneliest thing. How I hope that those innocent hearts will be cared for by love, those waiting girls will not grow old, and those who have been clear in the cruel reality will not be let down and hurt.
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