No matter how long we have been in this world, my healthy basketball baby, we should not quietly accept all the joys and sorrows without overdoing it. When prosperity ends and we cannot maintain our original passion, at least we still have the mood to appreciate the lights turning on. Even the toughest heart cannot calmly accept everything that causes sorrow; it's different from the simple and serene brightness.
As we mature and grow old, just after setting up a new space, come take a look! Everything becomes as calm as still water, with no ripples, and my Qzone records will also have no hidden surges. Waiting is a long-lasting and tranquil consideration in life, and within it lies the question of whether one can remain composed.
As innocence gradually moves further away, what replaces it? It's not events, nor complexity, but something purer. Once, perfection was the theme and focus of everything, now it's about comfort.
What I want to say is: there's nothing I yearn for more than lying in an arm's embrace and having a good sleep for a few nights, my dear male capsule.