People often say that time is the greatest, everything will be consumed by it, whether it is happiness or sadness, it will eventually pass.
I can only move forward slowly. Maybe many years later, when I recall everything today, I may already have someone else in my heart.
Maybe I'm still waiting, but I can't remember why I'm insisting.
Or maybe, he has returned to me.
Look at the people coming and going on the street. Everyone is in a hurry. When they meet, they look at each other indifferently. No one can see through the stories behind others, and no one knows whether such a person lives in others' hearts.