I like this passage, "some people,

I like this passage, "some people, their hearts can only be cultivated once, after once, would rather be desolate." Later people can only watch it die in desolation. But why pity it? A flash in the pan is amazing, as long as it appears once is enough. Desolation itself is a kind of reservation. Because of silence, you will never understand how deep a sea of emotion it contains.