There is a kind of strength that is pretended, and behind the smile is a sad heart; there is a kind of turning around that is forbearing, and a broken heart still misses the far away figure; there is a kind of persistence that is brave, and no one is willing to lose too much; there is no pain that cannot be healed, and there is no sinking that cannot be ended, and everything lost will come back in another way.
I am a foxtail. If I know a little more than others, it is because I make a little more mistakes than others.