If you are well, it will be sunny.

Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny. When I saw this sentence elsewhere, I hesitated for a long time and felt a kind of warmth and emotion inexplicably. Sometimes a word is worth a thousand words, which is enough to warm the inner desolation and indifference. I have always wanted to be a quiet person, guarding myself in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and keeping the initial bud and joy. Time is like a glass of still water, still deep and flowing, but this mood has nothing to do with romance, just watching the water pass by. Standing at the crossroads of time, looking back at the road we have traveled, many people, many things, many longings and longings are still flowing silently in the long river of time and slowly flowing backwards. Counting every emotional text, more or less reveals a touch of melancholy and heaviness, as well as an unprovoked melancholy and confusion. Time is like a fascinating and decisive disk. Hold out your hand. No matter how hard you try to keep the years in your life that have never been desolate, youth is like a feast of the whole city, which comes with heavy makeup and ends in luxury and low profile.

Sometimes, you don't need too many words, greetings or hypocrisy when you receive a phone call or text message from a friend. A few simple greetings will bring you infinite happiness. Listening to the gentle or low voice on the other end of the phone, we can chat with each other and know that we are all fine.

I am not a person who is good at expressing emotions and thoughts, and I will not pile up words on paper. I'm just sad and clear as water. Perhaps, only words can dispel the biggest confusion in the heart; Or perhaps, everything has already been doomed; Perhaps, life is a one-act play. In the world of mortals, who is the spectator and passer-by in whose life?