A person, with one heart, remembers the stories of thousands of people, but alone ----- forgets his own.
From birth to death, fate rotates in circles, generation after generation, and in the end, it is just a smile that fades away the glory and ends up in the dust.
The man's charming and proud face seemed to be right next to his ear, breathing softly and teasing softly------the joy was also a smile, and the tears were also a smile.
The "black butterfly" that fluttered after the fire could not go away, trapped in my heart layer by layer, becoming a nightmare that never ends at midnight.
A lifetime, who said that, an hour, a minute, or a second does not count as a lifetime.
Just a story.