Turn on the music to the maximum, and the whole person seems to be dancing with the music, this feeling seems to be forgotten, but the corners of the eyes can't help but jump tears, and with a shallow smile.

There was a big contradiction between him and Ling'er the day before yesterday, it was a very happy thing, but it turned out to be very unpleasant, to the point of separation, until now he didn't say a word, and I don't know why, there is no more heart-rending pain, more just unwillingness.

I no longer believe that there will be love, but this time I missed it again, and I can't think about it. Why?

It's also depressing, because my mother gave her less red envelopes when I was looking at the house, but now I think about it, there is indeed something wrong, this is a big deal, she loves face very much, and her mother gave her ideas, maybe it was also because I didn't ask in advance, what she said was not unreasonable, yesterday Ling'er went back to her hometown with her mother, and said let's all be quiet, think about whether it is appropriate to be together, maybe she is right, just see what she says when she comes back!

In the almost a year I have been with her, I almost feel tired and need to rest, no matter what the result is, let it be!

Origin and extinction will eventually bear fruit, and I gladly accept it. Today was supposed to be my mother's 55th birthday, I didn't give my mother a good birthday, I didn't buy anything for my mother, my mother was worried about me all day long, thinking about myself was really unfilial, sometimes I was really ignorant, from childhood to adulthood, I fucked my heart all my life, and I was tired for a lifetime.

Now they are all working, and when they are in their prime, they still let them worry about it like this. Alas! It's useless to talk too much, it's all tears.

There are some people who live in memory, unforgettable, there are some people who live around, but they are far away, this world is very big, even if they are strangers who pass by, there is a faint edge when they meet, so the fate is you, I regret it, you go to the end, I put, fate, just fate.

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