I often feel that mature succulents are running with tears in their eyes. The most important thing in life is the mood. Sometimes, silence is just the mottled time, and the scenery in your heart is your own. As the years pass, may life treat you gently. If your mood can bask in the sunshine, the spring I wrote for you will not be far away. How many times have I looked in the direction of you, imagining your smiling face standing in the sun, with the rain of petals falling around you, just like the heartfelt encounter when I was young. Looking at a flower blooming from a distance, there is watching and yearning. In the lonely place of the soul, we sit opposite each other in the fragrance of words and grow slowly.