1 Vanity for a lifetime, forgotten for a season. The memories were confused and lingering. Her smile was devoid of loneliness. the strings miss the years of splendor. Those years were like a dream, like flowing water, gone forever. I don't cry, I don't say goodbye, I don't complain about my death. Spring is like an old friend, empty and thin, tear-stained red, through the silk. The world of 2 was so quiet that one could hear their own breathing and heartbeat. Put on a coat when you're cold; buy yourself a loaf of bread when you're hungry; be strong when you're sick; give yourself a goal when you fail; climb up in pain when you fall and give yourself a tolerant smile. I always thought that I would get used to the lost time and past. No matter where or who he met. How would it end? Even a beautiful woman can't beat Years Flow Like Water. Sometimes in life, there is a need, but sometimes in life, there is no need to force it.