It is by my side, every moment, as always, silently away, and then passed away.
I often worry about the death of love.
Plain erosion, trivial life, it is cut into cracks until it is broken and separated.
I have been disappointed with the death of my family.
Sometimes it's thick, sometimes it's thin, but not overnight.
I always worry about losing my friendship.
I upset people's hearts, and it's not up to me to decide whether to get together or leave. He left, you came, and you left in a hurry. You never stayed.
The dead are slowly reborn, and the new ones are gradually dying out!
Note: The pictures are all from the Internet.