A gloomy winter afternoon. I ordered a cup of coffee but never moved.
In Shanghai in December, the whole city is gray, so cold and bleak that it makes people despair. Oh Bu, don't despair. I promised him not to despair of life. He once held my hand tightly and told me: "Never despair about the future. The reason why you haven't gotten what you desire is because God wants to give you more joy and happiness when you get it."
What about "lost"? He didn't tell me. I think losing is something God wants you to understand,
Only when you find tears can you find love; if you lose love, you are destined to lose tears.