Murray Life

The left hand is reading my story, the right hand becomes my accident; Beautiful stories only exist in my mind, stories in reality, whether you love it or not, every step you take determines the end point in the future. You saw countless embarrassing and fragile moments of mine, but in the end I could only watch countless falling paper dragonflies howl and choose to say goodbye to you in the rearview mirror; You carry the beauty that I long for most in my life, but after all, it is beyond my reach. That rain ended my grandfather's life and also ended your silent efforts behind me;