Each of us is a lonely individual. In this world, it seems that we cannot take root and cannot find a sense of belonging.
Years pass by silently, and we always want to capture those beautiful memories. Some people choose to record them with cameras, while others use paintbrushes to paint them, or use pens to record every bit of them. Describe every warm moment, touching moment, sad moment... Or the yearning for love, or the perception of life, or travel notes, or the love letter that has not been sent...
When growing up, everyone will experience loneliness. Some people are afraid of loneliness, and some people enjoy loneliness. There are two kinds of loneliness in the world, one is the carnival of a group of people and the loneliness of one person; the other is the loneliness of one person and the carnival of one person. The former's loneliness is destined to be lonely, while the latter's loneliness is just physical loneliness, and he is not lonely in his heart.
Walking in the world, many things affect our lives. In the days of growing up, we learn to dance with loneliness, learn to feel everything around us with our hearts, feel the sunshine, the rain and snow, the changes in morning and dusk, and the warmth and coldness of the world. Then, on a day when you suddenly look back, you will find that you have found the final answer in your heart - the days recorded in your youth have slowly taken root, sprouted, and bloomed in the traces of time...
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