Life is contradictory, fortunate and unfortunate, without dignity, not necessarily betraying personality, without power, not necessarily without ability, how many far-sighted, how many people are poor and right, see through, everything is over.

Fate is an invisible word, but also a kind of colorful scenery like the moon, love is also waiting, waiting is also love, how much loss, is just a person's understanding, how much judgment, just a person's doubt.

Whether it's speculation, right or wrong, there are always people who are disappointed, and there are people who are desolate, the only one who understands is the miracle of life, the only mistake is the ups and downs of life, reading is a kind of injury, and missing is a pity.

Flowers bloom and fall, who is true or false, people come and go, who is the end of the world, how many people to know in a lifetime, how many people to leave, someone is destined, someone is shared, a glass of water and wine, a piece of the past, a story that can't be erased, and a name that is constantly written, always charming, haggard and amiable.

A shackle of life, a perception of understanding, the vivid cold, the season of wind and snow, the change of life, the only truth is the coldness of the mood, the only ups and downs, is the reversal of the world.

Be serious, loss is the only thing in life, lose a little, indifference is also the guide of time, care for yourself, cherish time, and live up to life.

A heart, how many years has it been cold, excellent heaven, helpless love, crowds, a kind of kindness, a kind of desire, how many disappointments, just the loss of the heart, how much to read, are all inner hurts.

The only miss is the unattainable of life, the time is bright, life is helpless, what can't be let go is yesterday, what is inseparable is the past, how much truth, hiding the regrets of life, how many mistakes, missing the initial seriousness.

The wind blows away, people read, injuries are forgotten in life, and loneliness is the division of the sea of people. Love is a kind of understanding, but also a kind of injury, the only truth, wipe away the flowers of life, life and death are the same, the only truth, is the color of life like the moon.

If there is a world of separation, there is always a kind of uneasiness, there is always a kind of old age, life is grateful, but also kind, the heart of being kind to others, can always see the final return, fate is a miracle, how much cold, hiding a person's heart, how much suffering, hiding a person's dream.

It's also wrong to come, it's wrong to be wrong, how much to understand, how much to lose the goodness of life, how much to be wrong, erase the only name, the story is like this, the scenery is like that.

The indifferent heart, hiding a burst of sadness, helpless thoroughness, can't let go of a while to understand, is the destined of the sea of people, is the scenery of the time, just a farewell years, from now on out of reach, the world is unpredictable.

After all, others are people, they are also people, regrets are their own, they are hurt to read, they live up to the glory of a lifetime, or lose the soul of the moment, tenacity.

Loneliness and scenery, forbearance and letting go, a kind of understanding, a kind of indifference, is the growth of the heart, is the perception of life, how much in the past, just a deep edge shallow, how much now, just a if there is nothing.

A thought to let go, is a lifetime of nothing, indifference is the contrast of time, let go is responsible for life, the soul is indisputable, the heart is quiet.