I often look back, what to live for, what to wait for, what to ask, what to get, is the truth of life, only later, I understand that everything is destined for fate, everything is destined for people, fate is destined to meet, people are destined to part.

The ignorance of childhood, the haze of growing up, the loneliness of growing up, how much familiarity, the confusion of words, the fireworks of life and death, how much reincarnation in one life, how much doomed in the next life, the scenery is just a hurry, and fate is just a bump.

Living is a kind of art, waiting is an instinct, how much waste, how much perception, has become a classic of life, has become a bumpy sentence, and later, there is no result, and you can't see the inner bondage.

Between people, there is a gap, there are rules, there is understanding, there is giving up, there is understanding, there is growing up, familiar words, your world, my indifference, love depends on the heart, people look at people, right and wrong, true and false, there is always one who can't get it, and there is always one who can't see.

I want to get, I want to be greedy, I want to lose, I want to be healthy for a lifetime, people's claims, the wheel of fate, how much loss, how much indifference, look at people's intentions, look at things with knowledge, cognition, many things will be solved.

As soon as the story opens, life opens twice, one other shore, two worlds, the mood of old age, the failure of life and death, reading is hurt, seeing through is cold, so how can you be at peace with the encounter.

Yesterday, is a terrible word, but also an unaccustomed word, because lost, because we can't meet again, so comfortable, so indifferent, who is not humble, who is not indulgent, the world of two people, the loneliness of one person.

The landscape is picturesque, the human feelings are as thin as paper, so to think, so to ask, to ask a right and wrong, to miss a cherish, fate is like this, you are not someone else, others are not you, your identification, may not be someone else's can not see through.

Jianghu Rongma, who unloads your emotions, crowds of people, who subtracts your red makeup, unloads the past of the sea of people, you are also an ordinary man, and I am also a noble son.

What to believe, what to lose, what to cherish, what to keep, how many rules, let people break, how many unspoken rules, let life be perfected, one understands, one does not, so comfortable, it is also a failure in life.

Read you, may not approach you, see through you, may not say thoroughly, the story is like this, the speech is always like that, why bother people to speak softly, why bother to remember, the rules are written by people, the mood is boiled by yourself, time is precipitating, and you learn to change.

Fate, that's it, you can't see it, I can't understand it, when we think about it, the moment we look back, there are tears, there are invisible, and there are too many lost, so remembering, it's a moment.

Alive, you met a big gambling table, no matter what you bet, is the future, is the current possession, or a fixed strength, there are always people who lose, someone wins, bearish for a while, may not see a clear life, time does not wait for you, the table does not wait for me, this is the reason to live.

Half dangerous, half rich, who has been serious, who has lost more miserably, who has begged, who has failed more bitterly, who has had extravagant hopes, who has survived more difficult, the scenery of persistence is the pattern of uncertainty in the heart.

If the heart is good, it is oneself that suffers, if the heart is evil, it stumps the children and grandchildren, if the heart is unfatate, in exchange for a lifetime of bruises, if the heart is greedy, it is not enough to see people, and it damages one's reputation and status.