On the twists and turns of the river, ships are about to set sail. In the setting sun, pedestrians look in a hurry. Life is so wonderful, some people are busy going home and others are busy setting off. Among all living beings, who is not running for a living, who is not compromising with life again and again? Someone once said that learning to make peace with fate is the only way for every adult. Can you be considered lucky if you accept that you are ordinary and just like a passerby, no longer blindly seek approval from others, and no longer criticize yourself harshly?
The pace of time never stops, and it may not leave traces wherever it goes. No one knows how many joys and sorrows this city has witnessed, and no one knows how many stories are about to be staged.
Intention: The person who loves you will eventually come