"It's good to hold you, count your heartbeat quietly, and be willing to let time stop. If this is the last hug, why does love always end so early? I didn't care about anything, I just hugged each other, my heart was broken, I was drunk in tears. ”

The goddess of fate suddenly remembered that song, it feels good to hold you, in fact, she is being held, and God is holding fate at ease. Fate cannot be violated, unless you transcend fate or fate agrees with you, but it is too difficult, fate says that life cannot be resurrected when it is dead, what soul, rebirth, heaven, crossing, all, all accept fate! Recognize that life is only once, and if you hang up, it will be gone, the world! Don't make jokes, you can embrace religious faith only when you are fragile.

If there is no strife, there is no world, and the goddess of fate cannot frame life like this because she can't get the love of the dashing king of the world. Fate is born, the chic king is the music emperor is the music god, they are all the same being, but the time is different, yesterday's you are also the current you, you are still you ten years ago, but you have changed a little, and may be aging. Speaking of maturity, that comes is absolutely mature, endless survival and learning.

Two Novembers, one on the outside and one on the inside. An external is not informal, but the inside is not in the world and independent. One shoots and writes occasionally, one also shoots but occasionally shoots but often writes, a small name and a nameless, a woman and a man, a continent and an island, one wins an award and knows its person, one wins an award and does not know its person, one participates in activities, one smiles and watches the sky but does not look at people, one says lazy but positive, one is lazy but not too sleepy, one is called rhyme and one is called dragon.

Whoever the flower falls, this flower is not the other flower, the flower bank flower is the other side of the flower, the flower is in my heart, there are many worlds in my heart, the world can't get rid of me, that is my world my flower, who has a way to pick the flower in my heart, only the world is wider than mine, no, the flower in my heart is only withered, and the withered flower is also very beautiful, the goddess of art told me so, but I don't want it!

The beauty of the whole world is given to me, I am still angry, I am angry not about the beauty of the world, I am angry, I am not angry, I am angry, I am too stupid, why I refuse to calm down and read the knowledge of heaven and earth, but the sharp and crooked tangible and invisible system is a bunch, there are more layers of than the stars, too stupid people and people.

It's just that I'm too stupid to do this, and it's just too stupid to keep writing and talking. And then wait for a woman to come and love, to love, to love a woman is very simple, the question is who to love? Do you love you? Are you still playing, do you love her? She is also playing, playing and playing, happy, love is not important, the important thing is that there is no important thing, just survive, live, don't waste time, even if nothing matters, this is ideological, there is no need to fight. (To be continued......)