There are too many things in this world that lead us to another kind of life.
There are too many sceneries in this world. If you miss them, you will only miss them.
There are too many feelings in this world, which will eventually end up in the river east of the river.
There are too many people in this world who know each other and love each other but cannot stay together for a lifetime.
There is too much helplessness in this world, and these helplessness make up life.
When life is filled with calculations and conspiracies, where should we go?
If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come. I hope not to lose, I hope not to forget.