I wonder if the restless young men will miss their loved ones when they see things? Rather than "person", it may be a person, or a scene, or even a thing?
Do you have any regrets? I think everyone has it. The long river of time is slowly flowing forward and cannot be stopped. What you experience will only gradually become distant and thin. The regrets of a big man may be told as a heartbreaking story or even a legend by the world, but what about ours? That's all, most of it is buried deep in one's heart and gradually ferments into a pot of spicy wine! You don't think this wine tastes good, but if you don't drink it, you'll feel something is missing?
People in the world stumble forward, chasing the expectations of others, their own goals and even ambitions. When can we truly live for ourselves? I think it's impossible?
There are many trivial matters and gossip here. Is it my dissatisfaction or yours?
The flowers in the forest withered in spring, too hastily. Helplessly, cold rain comes in the morning and wind comes in the evening.
Purpose: Memoir