Everyone's tear marks will eventually become the pattern of the story

Everyone's tear marks will eventually become the pattern of the story.

You laugh in the petals and let all the sorrows go with the wind.

You cry in the petals, let all the pain turn into strong and strong tears, into butterflies flying back to the warm sunshine. Your tears will melt into sweet nectar that soaks your heart.

Because in your life, all thoughts seem so moving.

Perhaps a person has to experience the baptism of life, so we must learn to accept the baptism of life, only in the baptism of life, we will see our own brilliance, movingly blooming on our faces.

Maybe each of us will experience the baptism of life, so we have to learn to cry alone here, cry alone here.

Maybe life is like this, melt yourself into this earthly world, carry heavy emotions and heavy feelings alone, let yourself be alone in the night of nobody, quietly and alone.

Maybe each of us can face a person alone, in the night when no one is there, a person quietly thinks about a person's appearance, thinks about a person's life, maybe our life cannot be equated with ourselves, what we need is such an independent world, our life will be lonely.

If, in this world, all we have to do is make our lives glorious.