Perhaps, every fate has an end, and when the relationship ends, we don't have to ask where our respective fates will end? You insisted on breaking into my life, and I had no intention of accepting all the scenery you gave me. Love is as thin and easy to scatter as the sand between fingers. When the wind passes, who will remember whose beautiful family is like a flower, and the vicissitudes of life have changed?
Maybe someone will write the continuation of all the stories, but it won't be me. I don't want to write, and there is nothing to write. Just be like this, just be a grain of sand. Next stop, wherever it blows, it will fall. Whoever you meet will be who you are. Maybe, you will also meet gold buried deep in the sand!
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