When you can't do it all over again, I say, you can, you have to.
——Excerpted from
American female writer Vendela Vida's book "Let the northern lights erase your name" [Northern lights, please forget me]
This is also the name of a poem by a Finnish poetess.
The past can never be compared with the future. Although the painful memories of the past cannot be forgotten, don't forget the people who have always stood by your side and accompanied you to the end. Their eyes are always as warm and compassionate as the Northern Lights, leading you out of all difficulties and through all mountains and rivers.
Although fate has left us bruised and bruised, can we see behind the pain the deep hidden things that can evoke all the warmth and beauty in you?
This is a tragic coming-of-age story about a fox with fake white fur.
Well, this is such a long story...
Being shot away
Intention: