Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime are forgotten by us in the days when we never forget them.
Many things that we thought we would never be able to forgive in our lifetime, we gradually understand through our hatred.
Many of the days when we were nostalgic for stagnation passed away little by little in the midst of our regrets.
Who pushed open the carved window and let out the ignorant past. Who opened the yellowed book and dyed it with the fragrance of time?
The Buddha said that looking back a hundred times in the past life is the exchange for passing by in this life. And I have already seen through the autumn water.