Trillions of eternal calamities.
Originally a Buddhist term. It means the long and long time.
There is a warm story in everyone's heart.
There are always those who easily enter their own world at that time.
On this small stage. Rotate. Jump. Bloom gorgeously. Then turned around brilliantly.
Those memories are the nourishment of life. Ingrained. Permanent survival.
Slowly become a dependent companion in life. Indispensable.
Time passes quietly.
The former passer-by left him just like that.
Everyone begins to face life forcefully under layers of disguise.
The skinny reality will eventually bring about transformation.
"We met at the right time. We were immature.
Came to the right time. We totally missed it. ----An Qi"
The youth of seventeen or eighteen years old. Good.
Love at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Warmth.
All kinds of things at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Eternal presence in life.
Only after those wonderful years. Only then will there be warmth in the future of life.