I remember a few months ago I was picking up the broken

I remember a few months ago, I was picking up the broken pieces of my heart from the ground. A while passed, and about a month ago, I had somewhat pulled myself together, and everything had strangely become lifeless.

But now, as I'm writing this, I want to say I never thought I'd come out healthy from those events, and I never imagined I'd become this patient...

I wrote this to say: after every autumn, there's a spring.
After every night, there's a day. Be careful that in this passage of time, fate doesn't knock you down...
Stay strong because everything will eventually end one day...
No sorrow has been eternal, and no joy has been eternal either...
Take care of yourself and your thoughts!




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