The gentle breeze blows, the willows are light, the lush green mountains and rivers are level, and laughter fills the fragrant path; thinking about the past, looking at the stars, people leaning on the broken bridge and clouds traveling westward, the moonlight intoxicates the tenderness. We are all growing up and becoming the best we can be at the moment, but when we become ourselves, we have forgotten our original thoughts. When everything is settled and we want to go back to the past, we can only stay there alone and miss the beauty of the beginning. If we do it again and choose again, will the final result be different, will we really be us?
Intention: We don't know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident, so cherish the present