Halfway through life, it seems like yesterday. Many things and many people have slowly become the passing years, precipitating and enriching the beauty of the years.
The first meeting is extraordinary, but the good-bye is still beautiful. Some of the past, seemingly forgotten, but still touched the soft nerves inadvertently, silently moved and missed, but it has nothing to do with the wind and moon, it is not that we can't contact, I just don't want to disturb the traces of time. Even if I don't say it, you also know that mutual peace is the most beautiful theme in life. Some love is destined to be fruitless, and does not want to stir up the calmness of water, so precipitation is not a kind of beauty!
Although Father Time has erased his youth, he has experienced a mature charm, which is mellow and long-lasting, overflowing with fragrance, imbued with the sublimation of emotions, and precipitating the beauty of the years.