Life is like a river, no one knows which direction it will flow, no one knows when it will end. No one can spend so many years waiting for love alone. A rare person is precious in a difficult place.
There is always a person like this. In your life, he shrinks quietly, not asking for eternity, but only asking for a little fairness from you. Such a person is like air. You know how difficult he is, but you never recognize how valuable he is, so you always want to be patient with his kindness. When one day his life merges into the sea of time, you will look back and want to see it again, but it will no longer be there. The river never flows back.
Time is too long and life is too short. What should be cherished should be cherished in front of you.
Otherwise,
The river of time is like flowing into the sea,
Finally we split up.
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