We May All Be Good

I have seen a lot along the way. There is laughter and it also rains. Someone lost it while busy. Someone was rummaging through the cabinets at night and couldn't find a cigarette. Some people are trying their best to be bad, so bad that the kind person can't help but look back at him or say one more word. Some people are trying their best to make promises, but they are not yet old enough to take responsibility. They are all like fireworks, and they are like dandelion seeds. They will follow the ivy all over the wall and become a large area of ​​red. The wind blows and rustles. There are no stories in life. There are many, many stories and endless past events. But each of us is in our own story, struggling, enduring the dust, and firmly believing that a rain can wash us clean. I always say this, I am a nostalgic person and don't want to throw away anything, so I live like a scavenger. I will pick up the story and write it for tomorrow.