& nbsp ; & nbsp ; In fact, people are constantly going their separate ways. They may stop for a while, but then continue to move forward, and eventually drift further and further apart. Many times, I don't know how to console the people around me, even though I really want to do something for them. A simple "it will get better" seems somewhat powerless, and saying "nobody is here forever" might even sound a bit ironic. So, I gradually become accustomed to appearing indifferent about everything, seeming increasingly cold. Each person has their own kind of sorrow. I always believe that no one is utterly happy all the time. What we call fate is that there are too many things we cannot change. If we can't learn to peacefully accept them, then at least we should try to suppress those stubborn thoughts inside us.