I often wonder. What is the scariest thing in life. After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly realized that it was actually only two items. First, it is difficult to find a close friend when you grow old alone. Second: The sudden realization that misfortunes and blessings come and go, life and death. Death is not terrible. The scary thing is that even after walking on the road to hell, he is still alone and alone. The smarter a person lives, the lonelier he becomes. Because she has seen too much and thought too much, it is too difficult for her to trust someone wholeheartedly.
Trust is something that is accumulated bit by bit. It is the "taming" of the little prince and his little fox, a kind of accumulation of time, a kind of companionship, and the warmth of holding hands all the way. Like the color of the sun.
Honey, didn't I tell you?
Every time you tell me that we will meet next week, every minute and every second of these seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, and ten thousand and eighty minutes, my heart is filled with bright joy, like the orange petals of a cosmos.
Really, really happy.
Can meet you.
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