Young children are filled with emotions and sadness that cannot be overcome. Experience is a beautiful thing, it can make us grow into strong children. Just like those people who have existed in life, they may not last long but are still engraved on the tip of my heart one stroke at a time. This is enough.
Maybe one day, we will stand in the season of falling leaves, laugh at the smiling faces and childish persistence of those young people, despise the vicissitudes of life with a steady heart, and embrace the strong and scarred arms of life with a mature emotion. At that time, strange ripples began to rise in the river, one after another, breaking through the cage, flooding the earth, and reaching the edge of the universe. A star has fallen. The beautiful wings of the butterfly are broken. Youth is fleeting and disappears into ashes. No tears. Hit the rusted heart with a hammer. Pain.