The love that was once difficult to change in the sea was thought to be just a legend, but little did I know that all the empathy was nothing. Only through experience can you understand that the feelings that don't matter but him have nowhere to be placed except him. The flashy worldly affairs are going round and round, but you can never get out of the situation of fate. The world is so big, even if you stop and go, it will never compare to the scenery at the origin. Maybe life is about looking forward, why can feelings only look back?