Memories of Loss

The golden willows by the river are floating in the wind under the afterglow of the setting sun, and the calm water is stained with wind and frost... The sound of laughter by the river is imprinted in people's bones... However, we know very well that when the cycle of fate begins to turn, we can never go back to the past... The golden shadow under the sunset melts deeply into the blood. Don't forget it... Forgetting the past is betrayal... Even if people don't understand and misunderstandings will always exist, it doesn't matter... Tell yourself it doesn't matter... It is a miserable smile at fate, sighing at the twists and turns and injustice; it is a way to comfort yourself and allow yourself to raise the corners of your mouth... I am a happy person because I am held in people's hearts...