Life, how much suffering, I can't say it, how much helplessness, just restraint, moved, failed, or old, just a person's heart, a person's warmth and coldness.

The world is so uneasy, life is so old, why should you wronged yourself, why delay the future, a person, a fate, a long-cherished wish, how much loss, how many grievances, is just the end of life.

Draw an origin, start a world of your own, fill in a wonderful for yourself, add a happiness for yourself, don't care about other people's words, don't care about the discussion of the world, do your best, cherish yourself.

Death will come, so we must cherish it today, how much effort can not be exchanged for a touch of life, how much pay, not in exchange for a person's world, how much change, just a person's willingness.

There is a kind of understanding, silent, hidden inspiration, there is a longing, there is a hidden loss, there is a kind of helplessness, there are bruises everywhere, there is a great wisdom of life, a lot of helplessness, can't let go, can't leave, just a fate of life.

How many ups and downs, hiding the sorrow of life, how much moving, hiding the ups and downs of life, there is always helplessness and peace with the encounter, there is also loss and willingness.

Between heaven and earth, within the sea of people, there is always a distance, there is also a kind of vicissitudes, the story is always like this, the helplessness is always like that, it is experience, it is loss, it is grievance, or the only one, it is just the indifference of life.

A person, or a piece of the past, there is always a wonderful, but also a loss, in the sea of people, there are tears, hidden grievances.

People come and go, there is always a kind of touching, so that the heart can't be spoken, there is always a sense of indifference, so that you can't wipe it off, whether it is sincerity, or hypocrisy, there is always a kind of empty and boring, there is also a kind of pale and flawless, hiding a helpless life full of bruises.

In life, there is always a seriousness, there is also a maxim, there is a colorful fate, there is also a gap in thinking, there is heart-rending cruelty, and there is also a joys and sorrows are not serious.

A cup of tea, a lamp, a can't let go, a life is uneasy, there is a hidden inner story, you can't express it in words, you can't understand it in your heart, this is the rule, this is the fate.

At dusk, running at dawn, how much effort, how much can't let go, how much care, how much loss, there is always the helplessness and can't let go of life, the memory that can't be separated, or the missed arrangement of life, just a kind of suspense in life, and later, it became the past of life.

There is an explanation, which is silent, there is a kind of understanding, which cannot be erased, there is a disparity, which cannot be understood, and there is also a kind of understanding, which is old in one's own heart, and finally becomes the end of life, the reincarnation of life.

A kind of longing, a kind of helplessness, a lot of words, a kind of understanding, let people let go of a lot, later, more people tears, grievances, just a flash in the pan, a bumpy fate.

Prosperity is in full bloom, just a reincarnation of life, a way of living in life, and finally at the end, a person walks away, a person looks at it, and later, this is just a passerby, a haste in life, a strange road at the end of the world.