Youth is a train, a road that never looks back, but you broke into my life on the way and disrupted all rhythms. She once sighed, "Thank you for appearing in my life." He once said, "You are more important than anyone else, at least in my heart." Without the light, the road is so dark that I can't tell the direction. You obviously volunteered to be the beacon, so why did you strike at will? "I'm waiting for your return, just like I'm waiting for the warm sunshine after the heavy rain to illuminate my whole life."
Intention: Do you believe in destiny?