What is the meaning of being alive? Perhaps, I have not found an answer that satisfies me. I once read an answer that he said: Repay the person who gave birth to me, and the person who supported me. Come to think of it, why not? We are just ordinary people, we don't seem to shine particularly brightly, but we can also move forward on days as low as dust. It seems that we don't have any talent, no ability, but we all have a heart to live well. I am often sad about a little thing, thinking of the childhood that fell into the depths of my memory, thinking of the friends who once talked to me about nothing, and even the flowers and grass that disappeared into the years. What is growing up? Does growing up mean loneliness and sadness? At that age when I was praised as beautiful as a flower, I couldn't be happier. I'm just missing them, not knowing that they've been away from me for a long, long time. #记忆不知何时掉进深渊, it seems like a long time ago about the human world #