Slowly, I accepted everything that should be accepted and what should not be accepted, I accepted that the evening breeze woke up, everything was hidden, I didn't say that it was unfair, nor did I say bitterness, I said that I was used to it
author:Flowers are like smoke in summer
Slowly, I accepted everything I had to accept
I accepted everything I shouldn't
The evening breeze wakes people up, and everything hides people's hearts
I didn't say it was unfair, I didn't say bitter, I said I was used to it