Life is like the wind, it floats by and never comes back, and some stories don't have to be told to everyone; Some sadness may not be understood by everyone; Some wounds will slowly heal over time; Some grievances are relieved after they have figured it out; Some pains have become accustomed to enduring the pain for a long time; There are some things hidden in my heart, and there is no need to say them if I don't want to say them. In this way, the river of life is reluctant to rush to its ideal ocean day and night. In the process of running to the sea in it, it is inevitable to miss it! I think that there are always a lot of misses in life, and sometimes, missing will make the white clouds cry, will stop the wind, let spring, summer, autumn and winter stagnation, and let life reincarnate with love.
