Fingers caress heartstrings

Will the love engraved on the back of the chair swing in the lonely forest like a flower without petals on the cement. Once there was a smile in my life, but it dissipated like fog in the end, and that smile became a fast river deeply buried in my heart. I couldn't swim across it. The sound of the river became my desperate singing every day and night. Roland said, "love is the flame of life. Without him, everything becomes night." Then, please find your lover, record your love and cherish your eyes in the time you can see and touch.