Used to Be Slow X

In the past, cars, horses, and mail were both slow. It was difficult to love someone, and it was also difficult to forget someone. People who hear the story always want to tell a story. Lock up your heart and show it to me, let me listen to it, let me read it, I am so happy. I rejoice that such a beautiful soul existed in the world. That broken heart makes me happy. It's not about schadenfreude. I love her. Similar things are always wonderful. It doesn't matter whether you hate them or not. Most of them are just jealousy, stemming from your own imperfections. For me, the character of the object of hatred must be bad, no matter how it compares. I never hate a good person, no matter in what posture. And a good person, a good person who is similar to you and better than you, will mostly be obsessed with love. Okay, lost too far, it's time to tell a story, a small, boring, personal one. Maybe you can be in air conditioning, it will make you comfortable and peaceful, hope everyone is well.