Whether you have left a pure land for yourself in the depths of your heart, the road you have traveled in the world, whether you can see through the emotions you have encountered, in fact, you have not been alone in this world, no matter who he is, he is your passerby. Over the clouds, hazy.
You are only yourself, and others are others after all. Your parents are your parents after all, your children are only your children, and how other people can have you in the eyes of others is only your own understanding. A moment of tranquility, a moment of deep thinking, a moment of pain, a moment of helplessness, you can only express silently. You don't want to live according to other people's ideas, and so do others, so there's no need to force it. Loneliness always has to be spoken to ourselves, but loneliness is our most beautiful moment, no one disturbs, no noise, just to live for ourselves.
The wind does not blow, the rain does not penetrate, and the water does not extinguish. You are still you, standing resolutely in the heavens and the earth, you are still the blooming flower, you are still the stubborn you, you are unique, you have your own beauty in the world. Loneliness is not terrible, it is exactly when we bloom alone, your beauty will be dazzling.