Just like the sentence circulating on the Internet: The sun pours down on the city, and the mark on the pendulum of time is decaying layer by layer behind it.
We are born in this era. Although we do not have the hardships of the past, we still have our own troubles, that kind of unknown and suffocating helplessness.
How could we who grew up under the wings of adults recklessly give up everything they gave us? So even if we endure it, we can only be silent, endure the thoughts in our hearts, and do everything they ask us to do.
I walk slowly, but I never step back. This is what a great man said.
So no matter what form it takes, we must continue to go forward. It is impossible to look back and we cannot look back, even if we are bruised and bruised...