In fact, life is really fragile and short, and those times that can be accompanied always dissipate in the blink of an eye.

Sometimes, the gate of time will break into some strange but interesting walkers, or humans or some animals, what they have in common is that they will walk with you for a while, and then either say goodbye or finish it all with their own hands, and most of the endings return to you walking alone, like an illusory dream, but sometimes there will be memorials.

Looking at these collected times again, my heart is also beating rhythmlessly, as if I met again.

But the heart will eventually be numb, because the newcomer will always come as scheduled, but it will also follow the previous traces and remain the same, and the rest is just those memories.

But sometimes, time is too rushed, there is no time to remember, sudden changes will always disrupt all this, and even piggyback on death, and those lovely walkers will eventually come to an end, leaving only regrets to the world.

In this life, we don't know how many walkers we will meet, and we don't know how many deaths we will witness, and in the end it will turn into a thought, with no ending, but we will always look forward to it.

Those walkers who are still with them, those pictures, those familiarities, are still there, and they feel tender and unforgettable.

Thank you is still there, it's still there, and it hasn't changed now. In the face of those news, listening to the voice of time, those faces have not changed but have changed; In the face of those who once had but were separated by a world, I don't know whether to be grateful or reluctant; In the face of the beauty that has disappeared from the traces of death, whether to blame me for being too willful at the beginning or to thank me for not being myself anymore, I think I will blame a little more after all.

If I could spend more time with them and know that they were about to part, maybe what I could give would not be regret but happiness.

It's a pity that the fate number is never known, and there will be no turning back, what can be done is only to start again with the next one and continue to the next reincarnation, so that a new round of stories can occur.

But I still can't escape the confusion of the two-word mantra: cherish or follow fate, what a painful realization this is. Perhaps life is an experience, a kind of experience, and a kind of mistake, and the punishment of the fault is the result of fate, when Adam listened to the serpent's instigation, plucked it and tasted it, and began a life of happiness and sorrow.

If you say, if you say, but if you say, you keep stumbling, you keep making mistakes, and you are helpless, but it is also a result.

When the warm sun shone on my cold face, I seemed to be injected with new strength, this is vitality, this is strong, this is new and new, it turns out that there is hope in life.

Since suffering is a day, happiness is a day, why not give yourself a big grin, to these sunshine, to these fragrances, to these loveliness, to the earth, to yourself, life can also set sail like this!