I like words, it has a soul like a person, I like to read, I like to be quiet, a peaceful person, flipping through a book of my own, how much missing, how much care, full of scenery, hiding the initial superposition, hiding the bright people.

There is a kind of understanding, rarely speaking, there is a kind of thinking, not speaking, how many attitudes, between the lines, in the light of gravity, looking back at strange roads, how many words, how many lives, feeling a lifetime, always writing with the attitude of others, looking back on fate, always looking for ups and downs with their own mentality.

Along the way, I have met many people, identified a lot of things, remembered the past, recalled today, whether it is love, mood, good or bad, there are always people who say, there are also people who watch, whether it is lost or pessimistic, whether it is smiling or losing, it is good to lose, just understand.

A person's words, a person's mood, either written with the attitude of others, or in their own language, a lot of vicissitudes of scenery, a lot of helpless stories, just the backbone of fate, a moment of understanding, full of memories, hiding sadness, only to know the past yesterday, never to see again.

There is a kind of understanding, not to say goodbye, there is a dream, the end of the warp, is it a smile, is it parting, or the impermanence of life, the flowers bloom without fate, but the mood is so tired, sometimes quiet waiting, sometimes pessimistic asking, farewell, or scattered, just understand more.

The years have passed, the memory of life is impermanent, the fate is bumpy, it is difficult to stick to a road, it is very hard to go down, how much true, how much false, how much hypocrisy, just between the lines, a colorful fate, wordless looking back on yesterday's years.

One understands, how many words, one loses, how many languages, the sentences of life, the romance of life, looking back at the bright moon's mind, a person's back, it has been more than ten years, one remembers, it has been more than twenty, only to know the fate of life, the fate is just a wait, wait for a dispersion.

chatting about the silent time, erasing too much arrogance, helpless prosperity, wiping away too many tears, it's just that the end of the play came so fast, but the beauty is so real, I am no longer the person I was back then, my heart is no longer the heart of the year, no, no, it's just a moment of cold heart, erasing the last flawlessness.

Dreams, fate, people, scattered, a good one and others, a good sad fate, a good one who can't wait, a good ruthless fate, let the dream scatter people, whether it is in the next life, or in this life, it is just a sentence with each other, just a stranger in this life, whether it is a meeting or a loss, why bother.

If you see a flower, don't be in a hurry to pick it off, and if you see the text, don't leave in a hurry, because if it warms your heart, maybe from this second.

Life is a wonderful soul, words, is a kind of concern for flowers blooming and falling, some people are nostalgic, some people lose, gain and lose for a moment, why bother, some people understand, some people lose, is it really wronged, or really helpless, why bother to calculate so clearly, a lifetime is simple, but remember a few hard words, really sad.

This life is a literate person, with a heart that will die, the next life is an invisible stranger, maybe you can't see love, you can't understand life, you can't think of the soul, such a fragile self, there is a trauma in the soul, there is also a kind of flow, endless fate, endless spring and autumn, just a beginning, and a waiting end.

I have a longing, but also a disappointment, how much life pays, how much fate, tears lost, heart bumpy, courage is just a person's mind, life is so humble, just the fault of gratitude, miss the moonlight of a lifetime.

Gained, died, lost, cherished, or helpless, there are always people who are right and wrong, and there are helpless to live up, why be so serious, why be so heartbreaking, just the heart of life, the tears of the heart, the write-off of life, from now on the end of the world.

I am a quiet person, a quiet wait, belonging to a life of sorrow and perception of wandering disappointment, there is a kind of luxury, there is also a kind of cruelty, how much to pay, just a way back in life, just a promise in life, later, admit to lose, worry and fear.

Yesterday, do you remember the parting person, today, do you remember the words you missed, how many people, because you don't have time to say, how many things, because you don't have time to ask, how much love, because one doesn't say, one doesn't ask, later, when you speak, you remember, when you pass by, you know that it was once just a scenic passing.

Life is not repeated, love has no clever cards, when you are poor, you want to find someone to accompany yourself to suffer, when you are rich, you are looking for a person to accompany yourself to enjoy happiness, looking back at the colorful in your mind, a sentence again, just comfort, just the helplessness of life and can't let go.

Whether it's looking forward to it, losing it, cherishing it, how much effort, how much touching, it's just a love of a person, just a helpless heart, the love of fate, but the people who are helpless, always come and go, always scattered and understand, the longing is unrecognizable, leaving only the opening remarks at the end of the play.