In the days that have passed, why do I always feel uneasy; in the time that makes people miss you, your voice always lingers in my ears. Flying hearts feel the arrow of life; on unforgettable days, a slight smile can captivate the city, and meeting each other is full of joy.
We hold on to hope unswervingly, and behind it is a record of expediency in the face of reality. This is life. We are all mortal.
The author writes well!