I once heard a saying: "In this world, as long as there is one person who can call you home when it's time to eat, you are not alone. In this vast world, you have the warmest harbor in the world, a home." I have asked countless times in the dead of night what is home?
When we were children, we longed for the love of our parents. When we grew up, we pursued love, and we chased illusory love in our dreams. Some people spend their entire lives looking for love, but don't know how to love themselves. This is a story that I have experienced since childhood. Time is like a song, but it is often accompanied by a bumpy melody...
