Everyone has youth. Why is other people's youth colorful, but mine is always gray? Obviously those are warm people and warm things, why do they suddenly become cold? I asked myself countless times, what did I do wrong? What did you do wrong? What's wrong? Later I learned that I had indeed betrayed my sincerity. No wonder it is said that God has his own destiny. It is useless to be unwilling or regretful. Only facing it bravely is the truest answer to life.
Intention: Only sincerity can bring sincerity, otherwise it is a curse