Once upon a time, I became sad, sad for the flying catkins, sad for the withered flowers, sad for the falling dead leaves, sad for the lightly scratched snowflakes. Sad for the golden childhood, the fleeting youth, the wasted years, the ups and downs of life.
After all, I can't let go of that natural relationship, the destined love, and the lifelong friendship. Forget everything, but there is a thread holding my tired heart. I flick the thread, my heart trembles, my tears are silent, my anxious life