That cold winter when I was eighteen years old,
The roses on the roadside are withered,
She went very thorough.
That warm spring at the age of twenty-five,
Roses blooming in front of the hospital bed
Won her heart again
Never lament how important the lost person was to you after losing it
After all, there are so many people in the world, we are very lucky to meet them
(Written by primary school students)
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you