The pendulum of time often strides forward and steals human beings into obscurity. The short life is over and the empty life leaves regret. This is fate, but also practice. There is no opportunity to explain it. Understanding has not yet come to an answer. Do you understand? Confused? I can’t find a reason in it. The inevitable future is to let the people who have the heart to look at a measure and a good result. But there is no bottom hole, no fruit, no fragrance left in the air.