P. S We always say that we should meet the right person at the right time, but what if we wait until the right time and the person we meet is not the right person?
Along the way, I still passed by many fates. It's not that I don't know how to cherish them, but they come like dew and go like lightning. They cannot be held back. After all, they are just a moment of youth.
Those past laughter and tears have finally been smoothed by time, and time has taken away the memory.
We are still on the road of departure, but we are gradually moving towards our mature selves.
The east corner has passed away, but it is not too late to mulberry trees.