He is like a lonely river, flowing forward alone. Occasionally it merges with other water flows, rivers or streams, but in the end they are clearly distinct. However, after the only intersection point, the two intersecting straight lines no longer intersect, and they gradually go further and further away. He has been walking alone for nearly thirty years, and finally someone is willing to break his wings and move forward with him.
Okay, fine glass has a different heart + I don't know what kind of person it is.
Intention: Everyone is a lonely river, only wishing to merge into the end of the sea.