If we meet again, we will not be able to escape; if we miss it, we will never survive again.
It is said that once a person lives in this world, the more he wants something, the more he will lose something. God seems to be teasing us on purpose, and the desires in our hearts seem to be beyond our reach most of the time.
When I was a child, I liked the color red, probably because we sat in front of the TV and watched the cartoon protagonists wearing red armor, looking majestic. When I grow older, I yearn for white. Well, I read in novels about the knights of the rivers and lakes, "Wearing white clothes, the world is full of splendor, and the youth is wandering around with a lingering fragrance." Looking at it now, I probably like black more. Hidden in the darkness, no one will find it, no one will disturb it... The heart is like a residual fire blowing in the wind, not as elegant as a young man. The stars chase away the sun and people return, so they should not be there in this life.
