However beautiful something is, it will slowly change.
It was once before my eyes, but now it's vanished. I love him. I so hope he can quickly return to my side.
Deep inside, she still understands what kind of things her son would actually get involved with. Deep inside, she still understands what kind of things her son would actually get involved with, what kind of words he would say, what kind of actions he would take, and what kind of outcome it would ultimately lead to. No one understands better than he does, but sometimes he has to hide all these words. He knows that once some words are spoken, their meaning changes. Why make things so awkward? Isn't it better for the whole family to sit happily and chat together? For so many years, she hasn't waited for her child to return to her side. Today, this day has finally come. How could she not be excited and moved?
