Once upon a time, I thought that persistence could make up for mistakes, reduce pain, and even serve as a heart-warming remedy. However, it seems that it is not what I thought, and it seems that persistence is also

Life is beyond sight

Once upon a time, I thought that persistence could make up for my mistakes, reduce hurt, and even serve as a heart-warming remedy. However, as if it were not what I thought, persistence seems to deepen the pain, the sadness, the aggravation of the bad feelings, and the stiffness of the irreparable relationship. Perhaps, persistence is a mistake and makes people more scarred. If I hadn't made the original compromise, wouldN't I have missed it now, if I hadn't had the original pursuit, wouldN't I have the guilt I have now, and if I didn't have the original vision, wouldN't I have all the things I have now? It's just that reality doesn't exist ifs, and all of this is happening in the real world, and it's powerless to change...

Reality, that's it, that's reality. Yesterday, you and I were ashamed of this sentence - since you can't change it, enjoy it silently. Either life rapes you, or you go to life, what a vulgar sentence! Life is like that, reality is like that.

Many things are like this, we are full of ambition, full of enthusiasm for our work, but, when we come into contact, we know how many twists and turns there are, one after another, making us infinitely confused about tomorrow and incomparably confused about the future. We should be full of energy, passionate, have a perfect plan for our tomorrow, and have a good heart for everything, but for various reasons, we have compromised with reality.

We are used to ignoring, ignoring. If nothing had existed, if it hadn't slipped away yesterday...

How much helplessness there is in life, how much heartache there is in reality. We are powerless to change, we cannot look back at time, and we are not forward conscious. We can only grasp the present and strive for the present moment.

Today, one more effort, one more point of pay, tomorrow, one more point of change, a little more variables.

Today, you don't belong to me, I don't belong to you. It's not that I'm not sincere, it's not that you're not sincere. It's just that you and I have the opportunity to get together, and we don't have a share to keep each other.

Perhaps, persistence is really a mistake, and no regret is really a sin. So, let me go on.

Orchid grass is more valley, fragrant without monarchy.

Spring to autumn come and go, cold and warm alone.