Luck lurking in a dark place may be just the beginning of a misfortune comeback, a dream that strays into the world of daylight may just be a connection to the fragments of the night, any scar has the possibility of being restored, you can't see or hear it, but it will never hurt again.

The light of dawn is thrown into the illusion of a sweet dream, and all misfortunes become lucky, but the chaotic consciousness cannot be separated from reality for too long, and a small fluctuation may be a projection of the return of suffering to the truth.

Happiness should be flawed, why should we find fault with perfection, complexity and simplicity reflect why human nature should find peace in the hustle and bustle, pain may be just a kind of release, why should it show pity, clarity and darkness restrict the soul and body, why should we find bondage in freedom, everything is full of contradictions, there is no absolute balance and no absolute imbalance, all are fate floating in fate, you can't see through it but you must be attached to those black eyes.

How many turns do you have to take on the long road of love to reach the end, how many run-ins do you have to go through after reaching the end to be with each other for a lifetime, and how many can leave the mark of love on the long road after being with each other for a lifetime.

Once love has become a form, why should happiness be fulfilled in this form, if all love is just for others to praise and dislike, then how much happiness has been rewarded in this game.

The longitude and latitude of love crisscross in the Tropic of Cancer, half of happiness is stained with sorrow and half with pain, light reflects darkness in the gray world, and then goes to the left and then to the left in the gray world, leaving only half of the ruined rose floating into the pool and turning red......

Love itself is full of copper stench, without material support, everything is empty talk, just like the game of thrones is always accompanied by conspiracy, everything in the world is not too beautiful and not as complicated as philosophy, ordinary life is always full of traps, no pursuit and easy to lose two people.

What you get will always feel cheap, what you lose never know how to cherish, the world of love is not only the glamorous side, the other side of sadness may just want to let yourself see.

Love always gets much more than love itself, and when all the appendages come together in the same direction, there may not be a broken part of love.

The shadow of light is not the other side of the night projected in the day, sometimes the potential that it stimulates may be stronger than imagined, the darkness is shrinking does not mean that the light is expanding, all possibilities do not follow the law, any mutation can make the world change the operation.

Simplicity is not the original simplicity, what is the difference between complexity and complexity, happiness to the end does not find the answer, then what is happiness, happiness is placed on the lever of sorrow without shaking, what is the fulcrum of happiness, simplicity is actually happiness in the confusion of the gap to get happiness, there is no money and power constraints, only a voice from heaven and the heart.

The station of love has witnessed the birth of happiness and the death of happiness, when the long journey has washed away all the lead and the warmth has become more and more indifferent, the pendulum of time may have obtained a kind of reincarnation in the gap of love, the light and shadow of the dream illuminate the integrity of the body and the mutilation of the soul, when the colorful color rushes into the eyes and makes the dream layer after layer withdrawn, the sad twilight may have long replaced the beauty of the morning light and spread out to the unknown distance.

Everything seems to be running but the result is zero, obviously touching the corners of love but things are wrong, it turns out that nothing is eternal, time has always been so ruthless, I don't feel deep love, I only feel forgetful.

What you get is not as perfect as you imagined, but the heart is warm, the loss may affect every minute and every second, but it is still empty, don't complain about giving up what you shouldn't complain about, sometimes you think you have lost everything, in fact, you have gained everything, those things that you can't see are replacing what you can see, and you're slowly approaching the edge of your heart.

Love should be a matter of two people, but it has been crushed by secular ethics and changed its taste, happiness is only real when it flows into one's heart, but the eyes of others are enough to stifle everything, love will eventually fall apart without the support of happiness, so the blurred point of light seems beautiful but empty and terrible.

Honor has been sought after by power, fluttering up to the splendid nebula, mercy has not been blessed with happiness and finally lives in the streets, material has gained what it wants and lost what it does not want to lose, the soul has given up what it should not have given up and kept what it should not keep, the world has fallen into absurdity, humanity has fallen into pain, and it has twisted into the dust of time and space between perfection and defects.

Love swings in the game of power, can not touch the ordinary shadow and can not touch the noble footprints, compassion wanders between the eyes and the heart, can not distinguish between the real dream and the false reality, a light appears and disappears repeatedly, like a reincarnation, watching the hazy in the dark night and the warmth in the day.

What you see and hear may be hallucination or reality, what you smell may be strong fragrance or foul smell, what you catch may be light or dark, everything may be beautiful to the extreme, or it may be ugly to the point of shock, there is no kind of favor and no vicious attack.

Sweet dreams are not reality, reality is not sweet dreams, what is felt may be reality or nothingness, bondage is not positive freedom or negative, two different results may be full or zero, there is no absolute balance, only relative neutralization, a fulcrum can lift a grain of dust and the whole earth.

Lilacs and weeds break free from the mercy of fate and gain the power of domination, love and happiness cater to the worldly eyes and become ethical puppets, one seems to be painful but the heart is sweet, the other seems to be sweet but the heart is painful, the pace of time will not favor the breadth and depth of life, all stability may be to maintain the beauty of the surface and abandon the truth.

Happiness always has to pay a price, just as the sun has to get rid of the shackles of gravity to soar, sometimes forgiveness needs more redemption than hatred, when you forgive the unforgivable, happiness may be the place where you have been left out.

There should be no one right or wrong in the world of love, but many people only want to see what they want to see, and they don't want to see what they don't want to see.