Time flies, when the sea pushes the night ashore, the moonlight slowly falls, bleaching and dyeing a sea. Walking barefoot on the beach, feeling the wet and cool beach, every step is clear, just like every effort in life will leave traces. Several tides came one after another, and the sea flooded your feet and washed away all your fatigue. The ebb and flow of the sea is like the advance and retreat of life, and sometimes the retreat is for the better. Don't do stupid things, and don't torture yourself for any reason, because the pain dissipates faster than you think. When we are still mourning the loss of youth, we find that we have grown up carelessly, so we have to cry and say, how nice it is to be naive.