Life is like this, the next second that is never known seems so uncertain, and the last second that passes forever is secretly made up of colorful memories. The unknown is always covered with a light blue color, with hope and melancholy; but the memories are mixed with soft pink, with uneven chills and warmth.
You stop and go, turn around, wave the flag of struggle, and rush forward desperately. When you hit your head and bleed, you realize that some things are no match for fate. You think you will increase your memory, so that you can live a peaceful and lonely life, but at the turn of the road, you are still attracted by the gorgeous scenery, so you continue to play the riff.
Finally, your indifferent heart is tired. You may have seen too many flowers bloom and fall, and you feel you are too strong not to cry. But the familiar temperature still moistens your eyes, and you understand that we are just a speck of dust in the vast universe.