They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. So deep in the heart, are the most secret things contained in those eyes? The eyes are so fragile that they cannot be rubbed with a grain of sand. With so many days and nights in my life, when can I accommodate them without crying?
Fortunately, time will favor everyone. It may give you enough strength, or it may dilute everything. Kneading sand is just a process, happiness is the ending.