The once lush woods are now covered with leaves, and there are no more green leaves on the branches. The birds have already abandoned their old nests and flew to new warm ones, leaving only the bare branches and the old nests that will be blown away by the cold wind.

Life is like a forest, just like when spring passes and winter comes, there are times of germination and prosperity, but also times of decline and depression.

However, the green leaves will still be around in the coming year and may flourish again, but you have no future life and can only look back with heartache.

Keep the newly sprouted buds and the extremely lush beauty in your mind forever, freeze them in your memory, and then seal them in the depths...

I want to see it, but I don’t dare to see it!
Chapter completed!