Like the vastness of my life, this ten-mile long river.
When the memory is cut off, the thoughts that were once cherished and now seem so unimportant. But the attachment now is all deception. Those who are stubborn cannot break free.
Just like someone once tore his sincerity to pieces under his vigorous ambition.
As always. Without realizing it, I walked into another person's plan, stubbornly forged trust and gave it to him.
Maybe some people have woken up after my arrival, but the sincerity of careerists has long been discarded.
That's really it.
Maybe there is no deception, only this hot simplicity.
When the smoke dissipated, the clear river was still in front of us, and the vastness it once had no longer mattered.