A person will meet many people in his life, some are in a hurry and some stay for a long time. Our whole lives are spent wandering between seeking and being found. It's just that people are born alone and go alone. In decades of life, there are many days when someone is with them.
The reunion is short and the parting is long. Nothing is destined, it's just a choice made at the fork in the road. In the process of going around, do you expect that the person who will accompany you will appear sooner? Or maybe he is not the one he is waiting for, the right person at the right time, what a luxurious probability. I wonder who will accompany me to watch the long flowing water after I see all the scenery.
We are passing through a person's despair so hard. Have we ever found the direction at the next exit?
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