It seems that we are all walking on the same road, not leaning to either side, and the time is shining just right
Sometimes I deviate from this inevitable path, but then go back staggeringly because of some personal matters.
The lamps are lit brightly, the firelight rubs against them, and the shouts from the other side of the mountain can be heard very clearly. Everyone will have memories, and some will cherish the past.
Some seemed bitter once