Life is always interpreting too much about. In fact, we are all the same, laughing at other people's stories but crying at our own. The world spins, the seasons reincarnate, and the fallen leaves drift from season to season. It's the same for me, the traces of sadness engraved in my mind can never be erased. I know that time never stops for anyone. Even so, he couldn't restrain his overflowing feelings and continued to write down his sentimentality in words.
