I feel that life is tiring, and I want to stop and enjoy the scenery along the way, smell the fragrance of flowers, and discover what I have missed in my life.
It is our idea to stop. In fact, we are on this road without stopping.
I suddenly felt that there seemed to be something that gradually disappeared in life and was smoothed away by time.
I don't want to talk about great truths, and I don't have any profound experiences or thought-provoking stories.
All I have is that faint, faint moaning of sorrow.
Some are former dreams that will be smoothed away by life, illusions that disappear like bubbles...