The years are bright and empty, and the heart is melodious and long-lasting. The experiences of life are always so strange, and the indifference and tenderness of the world are always carving out the edges and corners of the heart. There are traces of the past and the future. Is this a destined reincarnation?
Intention: The indifference and tenderness in the world are always carving out the edges and corners of the heart. If you bloom, butterflies will come.