Introduction: The fate comes and goes, and the fate is like water, and the drunken eyes are also drunk when they look at the flowers. Affectionate and hateful since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

It's hard to get rid of the flowers, and the poor flying flakes are too floating. If it is said that the love is deep and shallow, how can it be affectionate.

The story has not changed, and it has been difficult to meet since then. ——People in this life, always experience a lot, or the fate of love, or the meeting of relatives and friends, or away from the family uproot, people always walk in this world in a hurry, to find their own meaning, sometimes very depressed, sometimes very lucky, sometimes very confused, sometimes very firm, but no matter what, people are growing, although sometimes it is not obvious, but I think that all this parting will not happen, but it seems to be blocking the car in the mantis arm, this is life!

All that is good will slip away quietly and be hard to find. Is it that people have never cherished, or the love has been exhausted and there is no chance, no matter how wonderful the personal one-man show, it is better to match the beloved with a role, even if it is a demon and an immortal or an addiction, what does it matter, but the dream will wake up after all, and the dream is no exception, all this is just a regret after all, leaving only sadness, so that the amorous young man misses it for a long time late at night, he wants to go back to the past, back to those years together, this is all just a fantasy after all, people are gone, they are all gone, they are all strangers, They all started their own life dramas, and they all concentrated on supporting their families.

"Outsiders laugh, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. "The memories are too beautiful, but also too hurtful, when the light gradually fades away, and when I look back on the past, those who have been deeply nostalgic have also become clouds of smoke and drift away.

The story has an end, and life has a parting, it's just an encounter, it's just a dream, it's just this, it's the so-called life road, it's the fate that thousands of people are looking for, and of course it's a kind of luck, because they're still alive.

But how long can love love, one day and two months or three or twenty years, I don't know, I can't know, but all I can know is that I love and miss her very much now, I have been looking for traces of her in this city, and I have been looking for the person I want to find with the attitude of being at ease, but I have never been able to find her by the word fate, I think it's time to mobilize what I know - her friends.

We all love to take the illusory fate to locate our emotions, and we also love to take "there are times in life that must be there, and there is no time in life to force it" as the motto of our life, but we have never really pursued our happiness, what we like to do is to think, and then give up, give up, never really try our best.

There is no sorrow in the depths, but it turns into a physical wound. Amorous, ruthless, some people are worried, some people are happy, they are all just affectionate, but this is life, not the apocryphal fairy tale.

As long as you live, you will lose. If you want to pursue, you are losing, life is full of loss, if you are not careful, you will have nothing.

Maybe you are tired, tired, or don't want to rise and fall in this red dust, and you are looking for a paradise where you can store your feelings.

But people, if you don't really care about it, in the end it's just a farce that you act and direct, and life is not based on thinking, but by doing.

Today is Valentine's Day again, when will you be able to really get rid of the single, and the former lover. Postscript: Every night at this time, I am also drunk, sometimes I suspect that I am a fool, but sometimes I admire myself, in this prosperous but indifferent world, I just want to find a space and time that is enough for me to create, at the age of 20, even if it is a song that no one knows, even if it is a lonely vicissitudes of life, even if it is a lonely cry in the middle of the night, it is enough.

About those years, those lovely people and those sad pasts, I will cherish them and cherish them every day of my life.