I never dared to believe that what was originally meant for us in our intimate conversations, you would say the same to a third person.
Life is like this, making us lose what we cherish most again and again, only to realize in the end how much we care about it all. When we once possessed it, no one really thought about what results these things would bring, why everyone is always so selfish, ignoring others' comfort to pursue their own thoughts?
In one's lifetime, there will always be encounters with many significant matters, but everyone ultimately only gains these pains. Some people sacrifice everything they have repeatedly, yet no one knows how they have lived through this life.
