Love is the most precious thing in the world; but human nature is the most imperfect in the world. Every day we are working hard for different purposes and running for different desires. Because I keep asking because of too many desires, and I am stingy in giving because of selfishness.
Is it true that no matter what kind of harm can be written off with a sentence of 'I'm sorry' or a sentence of 'I was wrong'?
Is it true that whenever the prodigal son comes back, those who are waiting will welcome him unconditionally? I believe that whether it is hurt on the body or on the heart, it is like the chip on the porcelain after a bump. It can never be as complete as before. When the prodigal son looks back, it is not because he knows the value of the person waiting for him, but because he feels tired and tired!