We will change, from grief to endless happiness; we will change, as if we have forgotten what happiness is, what beauty is, we will always hate, hate the betrayal of friends, hate the suspicion of friends, always love, love the tolerance of the other person, love the care of the other person, never think about how many people are watching you behind your back, never think about whether you will be happy and happy in your future. Whenever I see a tree covered with snow, does anyone else see a leafy tree? Will the new leaves and dead leaves change our destination?