When fate yawns, the fate of small and fragile people changes dramatically. The calmness of sadness, depression, and despair finally returns, the indifference and isolation of entreaty, begging, collapse, and abandonment finally silence; we are sensitive and fragile, we collapse and are lonely; we never believe in fate, but are forced to grow up in humiliation under the trajectory of fate.
Come on, come on, let's move toward the future, abandon the pain and suffering of the past, and move toward the future we want step by step
Intention: Time has not treated me well, but I will definitely move towards the hope I want