A certain author is a copywriting idiot (all pia...)
Put friendship and love here,
It's like putting it into a time box and letting it rest well,
What will I think when I open it again when I am seventy or eighty years old?
Hope it's not too regrettable...
I stick to my own piece of sky, where there are joys and sorrows, sorrows and joys...
I talked loudly, I stopped and meditated... Inadvertently, I have grown up...
If one day you are tired of the hustle and bustle of life,
I am willing to let go of the blind understanding of the past and find my comfortable imagination...