I always thought that happiness was far away, in the future that could be pursued.
I kept looking out with my eyes, and listened carefully with my ears, lest I miss it by mistake.
When he turned around, he found that he was being looked up to and envied. In fact, everyone is happy.
However, your happiness is often in the eyes of others.
Only later did I realize that those who had held hands, sung songs, shed tears, and loved. The so-called past is happiness. . .