Doesn't sadness seep into the heart more than happiness? Although the eyes are sore and swollen, they still can't discharge anything. It always occupies a certain position. But is it easy to be happy? Happiness is not as easy as a smile on your face. Or maybe, happiness is the source of sadness. The tears shed are an obsession with the past. The reality that I had expected a long time ago was in direct conflict with myself who found it difficult to accept the reality. Because it was once so profound that it left a gap in my heart. The warm current full of hope and happiness at that time was gradually forgotten and cooled in the busyness. No leeway at all.
When you are far away, will I still be interested in other things? When you go far away, there will probably be no chance for your soul to touch you!
Do you still remember that time?
Do you still think of the sand that was once washed by sea water? Will you still remember me?
And do I still want to organize my memory seriously now?