The Past Is Like Smoke

Standing alone on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains in the distance, I have always liked these continuous peaks. They are majestic and majestic and give people an infinite sense of security. Please allow me to sleep in your arms for the last time... Listening to the whistling wind in my ears, I suddenly recalled the young boy who said to me many years ago, "Xiaoyan, you know, I love you, but it is true that I don't like your parents because they..." I was stupid at the time. I interrupted him angrily before he finished speaking. I always felt that family love was more important than anything else, so I broke up without hesitation. Maybe, maybe at that time, I had already missed the only person who loved me... Buddha, if there really is an afterlife, I just want to be a wild flower in the mountains and forests, blooming freely and without fighting against the world, let all the past events disappear like smoke, no longer experience the dangers of this world, no more sadness...