The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the moon lacks a full moon. They don't know how much love and hatred, joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death they have seen.

I don't know how much time has passed, I don't know how many years have passed, they are still there, and people have disappeared, and things are not people.

The clouds can cover the sun and the moon, and I don't know the sun and moon that are obscured by the clouds, but I know that some things are happening, and I can't bear to look at them directly.

The word of love, spanning ancient and modern, spanning the ages. From the beginning of the world to the end of the universe, a love word, like an invisible line, connects everything in the world.

There can be no air, no water, no fire, no sun, moon and stars, no mountains and rivers, no birds and flowers, and so on.

But the only thing in the world can not be without love, love brings everything in the world together, love makes the world have color, love makes the world have love and hatred.

I'm a person who doesn't like to owe favors, and I don't like to play with feelings. What you owe needs to be repaid after all, and the feelings you play with will be played with back.

Everything in the world is easy to repay, you can love a word, it is difficult to repay. I can recklessly play with temporary feelings, but who can know that it will take a lifetime to play with feelings, or even a lifetime to pay it off?

Human life is full of ups and downs, sorrows and sorrows, and mixed love and hate. I don't know how long I lived, and I don't know how deep the suffering is, but I know that my fate has long been predestined, and this fate is not set by others, but by myself, and I can't blame others.

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