Life is an innocent journey, in the moment of loss, but also to see others, in the age of ignorance, to know fate, how much true, can not know, how much, etc., in exchange for a lifetime of indifference, later, just not as satisfactory.

Time, the biggest grievance, but also the biggest complaint, gives people sadness, gives people wandering, the scenery is kind, unintentionally sek, and later, the lost past, can not express the past of the year.

People and people are a kind of gain and loss, but also a kind of unashamed of the heart, life and life, is an illusion, but also an attitude, the best heart, bear the most bitter cold, helpless themselves, hurt feelings.

Life, it is impossible for you to get too much, to live, is a ghostly waiting, but also like a ghost-like helplessness, indifference, loss, there are always grievances, let yourself be lost, there are also grievances, let yourself be unwilling.

The story is helpless, the indifference is hidden in the edge, looking back on the world, how much distress, how much humility, hiding a person's world, hiding a person's brush, losing and gaining, are all regrets.

I learned to converge, I can't see the oath clearly, I learned to change, I don't understand the future of life, how much is wrong, how much is lost, just the world in my eyes, just ruthlessly wandering, and I can't be as good as I want.

Honest people are always like this, and they are like that, reliable people are always like this, and they are like that, people and people, there are always time differences, and there are also inner misunderstandings, which are the ups and downs of life, and they are also the inner wait-and-see.

Convergence is a kind of patience, but also a tragedy, not everyone can bear it, not everyone can accept it, later, the loss is always like this, patience is one and two wide, the end of the world.

Life, there is a kind of suffering, there is a kind of difficulty, there is a kind of injury, but also there is a kind of warmth, the last world, the first sunset, the lost person, always like this, always like that, cold heart, lost soul.

Time, place, people, one scattered, cold for a lifetime, one understands, put down for a while, looking back on the year, just the joke of life, just the accident of life, how much scattered, gather their own hearts, how much understand, can't let go of their feelings.

The indifferent world, always so lonely, helpless love eyes, always worthy of the heart, the later world, a person's mind, is just a person's convergence, love in the eyes, can't let go of the last story, name.

In fact, the beginning of the story is a tragedy, then the end of the story is also a tragedy, in the end, just you think, in exchange for my worthy heart.

Every person who understands is the loss of life, every loss is the convergence of life, learn it, cherish it, forget it, this world is very strange, and it is very helpless, people who understand you will not choose to wait for you, and those who look at you will not choose to be with you.

Be serious, every time you give up, you have a clear conscience in life, and if you are sincere, every unsatisfactory is the convergence of life, to live, to go on, to know your original self.

Life is a book, an invisible sentence, an unguessable story, the ups and downs inside, a nightmare, and a demon that can't wake up.