The world of mortals, the vast sea of people, many joys and sorrows in the world, all because of the unsatisfactory miss, left an unforgettable memory, and then with the passage of time, fell on the body, printed into a scar that no longer hurts.

People are learning to forget all their lives, but there are too many people who can't extricate themselves. At that time, the light passed through the loneliness at night, and the faint sadness always emerged with helplessness, memories, old times and loneliness.

Feelings are always confusing and elusive. Why do you care for the assembly carefully? Is it because you can't stand the vicissitudes of time or because you can't stand the polishing of time? Are those poetic chapters a continuation of the sadness of changing a pen?

Reflect and examine yourself in the middle of the night, because you are not warm enough, you are not doing well enough, or your feelings are too fragile, and you die after a little storm. As a result, you and I have become bystanders of love.

How far is the distance between heart and heart? Why can't we always see each other's position? It's the end of the world in a blink of an eye, and turning around is as simple as that. After years of separation, you and I have become passers-by.

Often unwilling, a patchwork encounter is so unforgettable. If all the heartbreaks are too persistent and don't know how to let go freely, who will appease the loss of time? I have always wondered, have the years failed me or have I dragged them down?

It turns out that we are just passers-by in the world of mortals. With the change of rings and the alternation of time, the river flows slowly, making us forget the world and the most beautiful meeting.