There's a saying: everyone is born an orphan in this world.
We walk this road both by choice and without a choice, perhaps with bitterness in our hearts, perhaps with gratitude.
The cruelest thing about this journey is that deep down, we all know we can only make our way to the end alone.
The happiest thing about it is that none of us knows whether, somewhere up ahead, a remarkable person, or perhaps several, might be waiting for us. They may walk beside me for only a while, or stay with me until the end of our days. No one knows. But the stretch of road we share will be beautiful, giving me the courage to keep going.
That's the kind of story I want to write.
The story of someone walking a road alone.
What a big pit, I really want to read more
2005? ? ! ! ! Red flower, don't give up. . . . . . . . . . . .
I admit that my hands are cheap, why should I order them... It's my problem
Don Quixote is already old, and he still hasn't filled the hole yet. I have been dancing for five years
Jumping into a trap in the middle of the night, I really...
Publish a book, I don't want to be trapped.
Tears, I can't stop flowing... Why is it that the king has updated the update and it hasn't been updated here...
Even though I knew it was a trap, I still jumped in without looking back... Huahua, come back soon…
Another pit with no end in sight~~~Pit~~~Pit
I also jumped. . . .