Time is like a river, passing slowly, but taking everything away in a steady stream
Three years are fleeting, and the night breeze in Ho Chi Minh City cannot keep farewell. People always have to part, and there is no exception. People have to look forward. Time will never go back, and it will never go back to yesterday. The gears of fate will never stop turning, and the long river of time will never dry up. Every step taken, every decision made, is destined. Life is like a script, like a variety show. Although I don't know the specific content of the script, I will always find the guidance left by God in the clues left by life.
Intention: writing and playing