We are always dissatisfied. We miss a person and lose a period of life. I hope that my pace can slow down, and I can be an ant under the cracks in the forest, and be like the rain and dew on the leaf tips that seem to disappear at any time, but will not leave. Step by step, we walked towards each other. Step by step, we pick up the lost beauty.
Purpose: Don't forget the beauty in the journey and don't stand still.