If misfortune and miracles come at the same time.
If we say love + family affection = hatred
So where should we go from here? ． ． ． ．
Conspiracies are always mixed up inadvertently between you and me. Maybe an accident is hiding a murderous intention. How to survive in conspiracies, how to grow in conspiracies. How do we continue to love?
Maybe life is like a sonata, sometimes the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, sometimes the mountains are beautiful, sometimes the sea is blue and the sky is clear, sometimes romantic and elegant. ． ． ． ．
This is like the phoenix tree after the drizzle, washing away the glitz and revealing green. In a leisurely afternoon, at sunset, I read you with my eyes, read you with my heart, and read endless life!