Time does not speak, but it silently interprets love and resentment; time does not speak, but it also profoundly interprets the good and evil of human nature. The years are both bitter and sweet, a little smoky and a little poetic. If you can't see it all, it's a long way to the end of the world; if you can't see it clearly, life is only a few autumns. Looking back at the corridor of time, I once read the days page by page. In the plain words, I will always find a few wisps of fragrant and warm memories. After many years, the soft and warm agarwood still exudes!