My Wings Are Burned by Tears and I Can't Fly Back to Heaven

The road remains the same, carrying the footprints of many passers-by. However, some people still go their own way, and some people can no longer walk in it, leaving only the marks of their past, which become blurred and difficult to identify as time goes by, and are constantly covered by new footprints. Perhaps only a few people will remember that he once left traces of his growth here. Everyone is selfish, including you and me. I know that I am incompatible with the boundless love, so every time I touch the word 'love', every time I touch his stories about my little love in the big city, my heart always hurts to the point of convulsions. Some people say that whatever they are willing to say or write is something they want to forget! And the things that you really don't want to forget and can't forget are always hidden in your heart. So I think I am willing to forget you, maybe I really don't love you enough. . . . . . 'Happy, right?' Group number: 120985218