Life is like an evergreen tree that sheds leaves while sprouting. When someone leaves, someone will definitely enter, over and over again until it dries up.
I only see the smiles of the new ones, but don't hear the cries of the old ones. The new ones are by my side, and the old ones are nowhere to be found.
When Coke understood that the splendor of summer was just a life adjustment, he had gone through all the vicissitudes of life and was bruised and bruised.