In this world, we are all grass creatures, equally strong, equally fragile, equally lonely, equally persistent, and equally able to be easily forgotten. My mother told me to learn to be numb, not to contaminate those dark hearts, and not to open those dusty bottlenecks, which will make my eyes scarred, without sunshine, lost in direction, and unable to find the exit...
When the grass grows and the orioles fly, build a monument for your tears and learn to face it...