I once wanted to ride the bicycle of memories to another place to count your bright eyes, but time has failed to leave me a chance after all. I can only miss it again and again, just miss it again and again. . . . . . Destiny is a funny clown. What should not exist will never exist. It is destined and you cannot escape. Look at those fleeting years, composing a tragic movement of life. Maybe fate is something that is destined in the dark. Once you miss it, you can't keep it. Even if love is a bright red rose, it cannot withstand the tricks of life. It is unknown whether tomorrow will be happy or sad, and no one knows the mask a person wears. Life is just one word,,,,,,, difficult, and what will love change? Are there any unpredictable things in the dark area? In the past, when I went there, the willows lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing.