Life is like flowing water, coming in a hurry, fleeting. I think that at the beginning, until now, the traces of walking over the years have been easily wiped through by the passing years, but they are still there, they have always existed, in the pool of water that is full of silver light but full of joy, in the shade of the tree that buries innocence but is always waiting, and in the valley bushes that no one picks but is full of figures.

The time of happiness is too short, and it is too lamentable and nostalgic, but no one can know the fate of the situation.

At the beginning, the stubborn young man shouted that he would never say goodbye, but now he sighed softly in his heart, so I don't think about it, I'm afraid I won't have it again!

Time is too hurried, and many years later in the blink of an eye, it gives people the illusion that the trance is still many years ago. In a moment, but you can't escape the flick of your fingers, whether time is too hurried, or people don't know how to cherish it.

Those swaying cicadas, those wandering fish, those soaring birds, and these breezes and moons all seem familiar, as if they are old friends.

It's just that these are my immediate senses, it turns out that everything is like green smoke, like flying towards the clouds, all have changed, and they are no longer there.

I wanted to go through shyness, childishness, gloriousness, and youth together, but it became a memory.

Now, missing, missing, missing, I have become a ghost of the night, a servant of the years, but I no longer mind, because time will calm me, make me accept my fate, and make me desolate.

However, I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning, and I slowly discovered that the most hurried thing was not time, but people's hearts.

No matter how much time passes, it can't withstand the fleeting forgetting and indifference of people's hearts, let alone cherish it.

It's just that people's hearts are confused, and when they fall into different parts of the world and become strangers to each other, they think of each other's beauty, and think of cherishing each other.

We come from the void, everybody holds good and evil, some ascend to heaven, some fall into hell, and in this boundless karmic fire, I think of you, I think of the past, we used to be so close.

It's just that fate played tricks, and since then he has been ruined with white temples, but his infatuation has finally become delusional, too hurried!

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [My 213 Life] 06: Hurry is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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