If too many buds are gathered together, they will not bloom. Only by cutting some of them can they bloom attentively.
Just like people, only by giving up something can one gradually become clear.
A person who is entangled in the past keeps losing and missing, and only after missing and losing does he understand what is truly valuable?
A grievance in the world, a buried memory, and several intertwined people, how can they create the life they each want?