Dog Stealing Cans

As we walk around in the world, we may have hated, regretted, and been obsessed with this world at one time or another. The many things we hate have become the bitter fruits buried in our hearts. The regrets have accumulated and fermented, becoming memories that remind you to pick up again after many years when alcohol paralysis occurs. The obsessed ones have never been forgotten. Those people who met in a hurry, fell in love with each other in a hurry, parted in a hurry, those things, the streets, the benches under the dim street lights, the mountains under the cold moonlight, the bus stops with people coming and going, and there was also a desk that had long been old and decayed. How to prove the joys and sorrows we once had, and how to recall those who came and disappeared. I would like to use this grudge to send us into entanglement and repeat the same mistakes.