Like a beautiful long poem, people pass each other in the sea of people, and no one can remember each other's faces. How many people like to express their regret of not being able to see each other again in a recalling tone after a long time, which is somewhat true and somewhat ironic. No one can see clearly the reality shrouded in this world, or even there is no reality at all.
Who is stubborn and confused in searching for the truth of this world, the so-called meaning of life? Who can feel the so-called power of the heart? Because you have a heart, you will understand the feeling of heartache. Because of your intentions, you still do some meaningless things even though you know the facts. Because of my heart, I cannot truly face the cruel reality. In the end, the waves of people turned into foam, and a child cried and looked at the tide. The waves could no longer accommodate the sailboat of wishes and the drifting bottle filled with innocent words. Everything was swallowed up by the tide.