Let's talk about the feeling of being separated from children.

Separation is for the next reunion. Mother loves you.

Sometimes I suddenly feel lonely. No one understands you, no one is with you. Occasionally, I will be crazy and make trouble by myself, as if I were out of place in this world. Everyone around us has his own life, and he can never get back to the warmth that he once could not live without. At this time, tears will gather in the eyes and break into rows at the moment of turning around. He's gone, she's gone, they're all gone, you still have yourself, and you're not alone.

People have joys and sorrows, the moon is full of rain and shine, and life is inherently impermanent. I hope you don't feel too sad. It's enough to keep the beautiful fragments when we meet.

Parting is wordless pain, leaving is years of injury; Parting is bitter, parting is a deep tear; Parting is affectionate helplessness, and parting is the pallor of old age; Parting is a sigh after passing by, leaving a fleeting scar …

Sometimes, it is for love that I quietly avoid it. What I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings.