Sometimes it's better to forget it, so as not to cause more troubles.
Hair is like snow, and suddenly you realize that you will also grow old.
Hobbling, the once high-spirited young man is now an old man in a coir raincoat fishing by the river.
After a long time, I really forgot everything.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, no one will come to appreciate them.
The fallen flowers migrate with the stream, and it's time for me to leave.