She walked forward, and everyone looked at her. Her black hair slowly followed her footsteps under the orange light, constantly bringing out wisps of warm halo, clear and hazy.
She is as beautiful as if she came out of a light watercolor painting. Her quiet and elegant beauty is always like a spring breeze, attracting everyone's eyes. Even so, she is never ostentatious, and she is always quiet.
Sitting in front of the piano, with her hands on the keys, it felt like a thousand years had passed since then. She had really changed too much at that time, and she has changed so much now. Life cannot always be the same.
Smiles and flowers, the flowers of that life are finally over
Lowering his head and smiling slightly, his pale lips curled up, a thousand years of waiting?
The sound of the piano sounds, and the past hidden in her youthful age covers her whole world. Whether it is Shaye Yinyu or Luo Tong, they are all the same. They are hurt by love, hurt by love, and die by love. Now, they have also learned to be happy.
She raised her head and turned it around a thousand times, but she was just looking up at the past world
The slender fingers touched the familiar yet unfamiliar keys, as if they had found a close friend. They kept entangled and collided, and the beautiful sparks appeared. It was that quiet song that belonged to
Her following in past and present lives
The most beautiful scene of my life
Just meet you
Staring at you quietly in the vast sea of people
strange yet familiar
It was this song again. When I sang it again now, I realized that the pain in my heart had been almost healed by time, leaving only a little faint trace of light color. No, it was just some memories. She looked at herself.
With her fingers, there was no music score, no accompaniment, she just played according to her own memory, the song she once loved the most, a song that would make her laugh and cry every time she played it.
Although breathing the same sky
But I can't hug you
If the time and space identity and name are converted
I wish I could recognize your eyes
Where will you be in a thousand years?
Thousands of years later, we are all gone, so what difference does it make if we remember it or not? But in her blooming years, she may be very quiet, maybe very sad. At first, she did not turn around or smile, but she shed tears, but
, the last side, she looked at them, the man she loved so much, the man who hurt her the most. She still loved him, not hated him, but she had learned to turn around and smile.
The past that was wet with tears, gentle wind and warm rain, slowly dissipated, and the water splashed out gently, leaving only a few transparent ripples.
What kind of scenery is there around you?
Our story is not beautiful
But so unforgettable
If we had been brave enough to be together
Will the ending be different?
Do you also have a thousand words?
Buried in a silent dream
Maybe the story is not beautiful, maybe the story is never perfect, after all, it is just a legend, but as time passes, she has begun to let go, both for him and Tezuka,
At this time, she discovered that, in fact, it is not difficult to learn to smile