People who are out of reach and thought of in the second thought are like flowers on the water or the moon in the mirror, untouchable, just like the air that is everywhere, and like the balloon that bursts at the touch of a touch.
Should I cooperate with this bone-carving walk?
Come to think of it, it turns out that only a little trace remains.
Most people choose to give up happiness that is beyond their reach, and there are a few people who are fools like me.
When you are sailing against the current, you have no way to retreat, but you still want to hold on.
Moths fly into the flames, wax torches turn to ashes, and they will remain there until death.