In life, we often inevitably make various mistakes. Although sometimes it is not our subjective intention, mistakes eventually occur.
In the wrong place, meeting the wrong person, the wrong thing happened. The original purity and beauty could not withstand the test of reality, until it was distorted, misplaced, faded into clouds, bubbles, and nothingness.
It wasn't until one day when I wanted to look back on the past that I suddenly realized that too much beauty had been lost. No matter how you try to fix it, a mistake is a mistake. Once something happens, you can't go back.
If a person is sick, he can take medicine to heal him. But what about a person who is mentally ill? There is no cure. Misaligned bones can be corrected through surgery; what about misaligned love? Is there any way to save it?