Sink stork, is quietly closed, but also silently declined.
I'm really sorry, it's been a whole summer and autumn, and I ran into you unexpectedly, and finally it's winter. Winter is a season of awakening, and the cold temperature is conducive to thinking and reflection.
In this world, the furthest distance is just a stone's throw. It is so close, but it seems that there is a sea across a mountain.
Distance is the highest respect between people? The most rational choice!
I believe that all encounters in karma are accidental; Leaving without looking back must be an inevitable choice. Therefore, gratitude, in sunny days, every moment is worth remembering.
Once, the sun was shining, the vegetation was lush, and the birds were singing. ...
Perhaps, the three views are different and the ideas are vertical and horizontal? Thus, drifting away, silence is the music of farewell.
However, why? I still can't help saying goodbye to you: meeting is precious. This is respectable. And you will always be the constant sunshine in the morning light!