However, it was not until this sleepless spring night with thick spring rain that I suddenly remembered and understood my grandma's sleeplessness - it must be the introspection and reflection on the past, the pain and helplessness after life experience, and the inability to grasp the destiny after the ups and downs of life.
Yes and no. It's choice and giving up. It is letting go and cherishing.
I remember many years ago, an older female colleague lamented: "Girls, their fate is like snowflakes!"
When I was young, I just smiled.
Now I understand.
Conception: