The anguish of life cannot define the ending, my ending can only be defined by me
Repeated misses, not my fault are jokes written by bitter people
We are not passers-by, but we must learn to live separately
The belated farewell was stranded like this. From then on, we packed our bags and set off again on the journey.
Intention: To turn thousands of thoughts into wine, shed tears for thousands of miles, and sigh for life. Throughout the ages, I am like the wind and spring, looking at the mortal world with a smile