My father once said that if joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are not expressed, they are called in-between; if they are expressed in an orderly manner, they are called harmony. The way to peace is extremely rare, so since ancient times there has been a saying that the most intelligent person will be deeply saddened and will die. My father also said that the emotions of a person's life are like a pile of charcoal. At this time, the loss is too great. By that time, even if you meet the right person or the right thing, there will inevitably be only lumps of white ash left.
Single mother romance + struggle history