In life, we always meet some people accidentally and say goodbye to others.
Those people who come and go are like migratory birds in life. You always think that they will come back and meet again, but at a certain moment, they no longer appear.
Every year, I wait in that reed swamp and feel the monsoon blowing from one end to the other, but I can no longer find those familiar figures in the sky.
They are all migratory birds that pass through my life, and they will always be remembered by me for the rest of my life.
Purpose: When you grow up, you learn to walk alone at night