The last month of another year

It's December 2014. Today, I almost forget what I was doing at the same time a few years ago.\ I only remember having enthusiastic conversations with so many people in this delusional virtual space, and then slowly fading away.\ I saw a post like this: Sometimes when you open your QQ chat records, you find that the conversation with someone is hundreds of pages long. When you look closely, you realize that the last chat ended a long time ago, and you smile bitterly.\ We keep growing, constantly meeting new people, new friends slowly become old friends, old friends slowly become strangers. In our lifetime, we are always meeting and parting along the way.
Yes. Meeting along the way. Parting along the way.
\Everything will get better.\ If it doesn't get better, then it means it's not good enough, not enough for the future.\ Too often, unhappiness comes from not satisfying your greedy self and spending yourself for others.\ In the days ahead, we cannot predict who we will meet again, so we must make our present selves better.\ Fortunately, those who don't cherish you will all become the past. Become forever.\ If there really is hesitation.\ If there really is regret.\ If there really is an excuse.\ It is because I feel that a person only has one life, yet cannot generously give it to someone they do not love.
\Knowing what it is.\ I always thought knowing someone meant knowing this person's living habits and personality.\ Later, I slowly realized that these are all superficial understandings.\ Truly knowing a person is understanding their pain, yet kindly not touching or exposing it.
\?゛Give you a pot of wine, send you a body of sorrow