Pick up the scattered dead leaves and put them next to the roots of the trees. If you don't pay attention to them for a long time, they will disappear; whales are the tyrants in the ocean. When their lives are exhausted and they escape to the bottom of the sea, it is a new beginning... There will always be matched and lonely souls in this world. They warm and comfort each other... (It's daily life, or literary or humorous, my own writing.) Just an essay.
Intention: Tree Hole, life may not be what you love, but it will become what you want to pursue