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When God gave you to me, I planned to spend my whole life concentrating on one thing, holding your hand and accompanying you every step of the way. Even if one day I get old and can no longer walk, I will still sit on the stone steps under the setting sun and warm you with my eyes. However, "good things in the world are not strong, colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and glass is fragile." How can there be an ending like that in novels or fairy tales in the world: "From now on, they will live happily together forever." In the end, we were separated so easily, leaving me wandering at the crossroads of fate, feeling dejected. You may be destined to be an otherworldly angel, one who "picks all the cold branches and refuses to live on them". With the joy of youth in your heart, you forget your feelings for a while, leaving only your back to the world. But this silhouette is so far away that I can't reach it and can't find it anywhere. A person's wilderness is wrapped in a lonely cold wind, boundless and without a place to stay. Little did they know that I was already a tired traveler at the end of the day. I thought about the darkness of night during the day, where is the way back?