Somewhere in the world, as long as you see the beauty of life, then if you can go back to the past, go back to the past, the memory will become so clear.
If life can still be the person who remembers, then going back to the past, is it worth regretting, is it worth it. Let a word, let all the right and wrong, become the thoughts of time, buried in your mind. Then, in the depths of red dust, there is a sense of tranquility and peace alone. I have always believed that everyone's life has countless goodies, but you have had them, and the past you have is only the past. Because, time has given us, that is a touch of the truest, purest memory. I know that you don't belong to me, you don't belong to me. But I know that the days we have been together are so long, as long as we see every trace that has been left behind, between the mountains and rivers, we will re-come back at a certain intersection.
I know that the beauty of the world can not escape the loss of this mirror, it will only bring us some surprises, and then piece together in the memory. I know to go forward no matter what. Even if it is far away, even the beautiful red face should be buried in the depths of time, and it can no longer erase the original innocence.
There is a saying: "Every encounter in life is the most beautiful encounter" Maybe the most beautiful, maybe the most romantic, maybe the most romantic, maybe the most unforgettable. The world says that everyone will have an infinite loneliness and loneliness around them. Loneliness and loss, sometimes people will enter into my inner loneliness, and those loneliness is actually a very mysterious thing.