The Remaining Flowers All over the Ground Are as Peaceful as Ever

We always inadvertently let go of the things we desperately wanted to hold on to. We always let go of our tightly held hands inadvertently, just like love. We can never believe without reservation all the time. Therefore, when "disaster" strikes, our fragile love becomes vulnerable. The sadness all over the floor is blindingly bright. It turns out that the so-called me and you are equal to us does not apply to you and me. Maybe only by giving up can you understand the choice and grow up. I know it when I type these words on the keyboard. I had to tear open my scabbed wound, check for pus, clean it off, and sprinkle some salt on it. Okay, I admit I'm really weak. Because I really can't forget it.