There are many joys and sorrows in the world, life and death, no matter it is grand or insignificant, everyone will leave without taking away a cloud or a piece of wind. Love, hate, and hatred are nothing more. Living in a big dream, looking back at dusk, that person is in the dim light. Some things wait until you get them, only to realize that they have lost their original meaning. The road of life was originally beautiful but has been missed.