The way of the beginning is still the same today, far away, and endless.

Looking up at the deep dark night sky alone,

Under the reflection of this colorful neon lights,

In this bleak winter weather,

Under this contradictory inner feeling,

In this cold and deep world,

Under this bustling crowd of people,

Under the knot of the lonely heart of this long-term relative,

I remembered a lot of the past, and I also had a lot of worries, are those people okay?

Although I haven't seen each other for a year or two, it seems that I haven't met in many springs and autumns, and it is full of unforgettable concerns, longings and boundless truth.

The hearts of the people are changeable, and they can know that they are changing but they are the hearts of the people.

In this life, people always spend too little time cherishing the present, but spending too much time waiting,

When I was young, I waited to grow up, when I grew up, I waited for the college entrance examination and waited for college, when I went to college, I waited for graduation, I worked and waited for marriage and love, I got married and waited for the mortgage to be repaid, and my children went to school and waited for retirement to enjoy Qingfu...

People always lose in this life, waiting for this and that, but "waiting" is a painful process that hurts people.

But ah, many times, even if it is a monk who is crazy and crazy in the world, even if it is a wild and uninhibited hero, even if it is a classmate and a young man in his prime, he will deeply feel powerless to do too many things.

Maybe you can do it and cherish it, maybe you love and care about it, but no matter what, don't be separated when you're together, never separate again...

However, the falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, the flowers go with the water, and the water carries the flowers.

The falling flowers of the capital are intentionally flowing with the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling in love.

However, the world only says that the falling flowers are infatuated, how can they know that the falling flowers may not be really affectionate, all this is just the illusion of sao sang!

In these long days, in these people who come and go, in this trance-like heart,

But it can only be described with a sentence "Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still full of rivers and moons".

I don't want to sigh, I really don't want to sigh, but this fucking life is really like a dream of two and a lot......

Now, after experiencing many people and many scenes, I found that the most true and beautiful are those who were the most real at the beginning.

And, of course, my story,

Ordinary but frequented stories in my heart.