Trivial matters are like a dream. Little by little, they gather together and merge into the ocean. We will eventually grow up and look back on the past again, just like a cup of old tea that is getting colder, slightly bitter but sweet in the end. If you don't like it, I won't force it, but if you don't like it, don't spray it.
Intention: We will always be tripped up by certain things in reality, whether they are bitter, angry, happy, or nostalgic.