We have loved, believed, and finally missed and forgotten, but time always refuses to stop its pace, so we still meet people and things like this all day long. What is true and what is false?
We have pursued and worked hard, but in the end we are disappointed and sad, but the years are always so ruthless, and the memories that cannot be brought back seem to have been better than they are now. Every day, every day, what is the purpose of living like this?
Time fades easily. What can we really hold tightly in our hands and never throw away?