I Want to Look Back and Find That I Have Missed It

A person's life is a curve of varying lengths, from birth to old age. There are always some people who go from strangers to familiarity and then gradually drift away and have no books. They met briefly, once, twice, three times... And they went their separate ways. One year, two years, three years... We lost contact. What cannot be forgotten is the past, what cannot be seen is the future. People who are walking side by side through the rest of their lives don't know where and when the next intersection will be. The person who wants to walk hand in hand may be cut off by someone with a knife. Maybe you will only know the beauty if you miss it. Maybe the bridge and the road are blocked. More likely, we are waiting to meet you at the next corner. How can a person hold another person if he doesn't empty his own heart? Unless I marry you, I will be cold and heartless, sweet-talking to the point of being speechless... Too many. There are always similarities in happiness, but there are thousands of kinds of sadness. They in my life, me in their life. Letting the other person go is also letting yourself go. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I am completely disappointed and suddenly enlightened.