Look forward, look forward, the front seems to be full of possibilities, but also seems to be densely covered with thorns.
It seems that there is no way to love, and those feelings can't be cut off. It seems that I have found an outlet for my feelings, and it seems that behind that happiness is a betrayal of true love.
I can't see clearly what love is, I can't see clearly what happiness is, I can't see the exit, I can't see tomorrow.
I want to say love, but the object is blurred.
I want to say happiness, but I have forgotten what the pursuit of happiness is.
There is only life.
Life keeps flowing.