When I am lonely, I occasionally think of someone, and those days when I loved, cried, and laughed, but I am no longer sad. There is not much sadness in a person's life. There are always too few things in this world that can make people miss you. Many things that were once thought to be eternal, in the end are just like smoke, gradually fading away...
In a strange city, I am still like a lonely fish, living a silent life, wandering in every corner of the city...
I think that when everyone can face everything calmly, the low point of life will be over...
A person's life can also be lived wonderfully.