"We are all passers-by in a snowy night. Because of the encounter friction, the snowflakes on each other's shoulders have melted.

On the long road of life, we just passed by many people, made casual acquaintance with some people, confided in a few people, and had the honor to join hands with others for the rest of our lives. But in any case, through the kaleidoscope of all beings, we see ourselves and find our own position.

Some people say, "We are all passers-by in a snowy night, and the snowflakes on each other's shoulders melt because of the encounter friction." Even a little bit of strange kindness and gentleness is enough to mend the silent break of a night.

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