Missing love is like a poisonous poppy. When I was in bloom in May, it was gorgeous and charming! The flower is dead, it is covered with poison, people miss it, just like being poisoned by poppy, which makes people want to stop, tea and rice are not fragrant, and they can't sleep at night! The most painful thing is not to have no choice, but to have no choice. Most people always feel that they are still young, so they are unwilling to give up to the world. Have your own temper, have a stubborn death. One day, the years have smoothed away the edges and corners, and the years have corroded the mood, so I began to miss myself who was drifting away.