Their acquaintance was like a sad joke, knowing that it was impossible but still entangled with each other.
God's red thread was given to them, but they found that there was nothing but reality in the entanglement.
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing.
The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark.
Afraid of being asked, swallow tears and pretend to be happy.
Hide it, hide it, hide it!
Intention: What is in the heart will eventually be revealed in the morning light