In life,
Not everyone who passes by will know each other,
Not everyone who knows each other will make people worry,
But there are always some people in life who keep you in mind.
Concern, family affection will be more warm;
Concern, friendship is more of a kind of happiness;
Worry, love will have more strands of love.
Concern is the dialogue of the heart,
It is the call of the heart, the response of the heart.
Between family affection, blood is thicker than water,
It is the concern, it is the warmth, it is the thought of each other in the depths of time;
Between love, unforgettable,
It is the wonder, it is the beauty, it is the companionship of the soul;
Between the lovesick, the fragrance is timeless,
It is the interdependence on the road of life.
Concern is the most true love in the world,
Fills the depths of the soul.
A concern, let how much worry silent,
Fill your heart with so many thoughts.
A concern, let how many emotions are speechless and quiet,
Let the tears of how much touch.
Worrying is a quiet overflowing thought,
Beautiful and pure, but also sad and sad;
Worrying, is a cup of tea,
Wafting with a delicate fragrance,
Don't have a charm;
Concern is a distant thought,
It is the sustenance of emotions.
Concern is a precious emotion,
It has no impurities of hypocrisy, nor does it have utilitarian overtones.
Concern is generous giving and selfless dedication,
It is deeply blessed and silently prayed.
Concern, not a mirage of nothingness,
Rather, it is a real detail and action.
Because of that concern,
On the road of lonely trek,
And then there is a spiritual comfort of relief,
With other people's concerns about you,
The unremarkable years,
There is more abundance of life.
Vast sea of people,
There are several people who are worried about your sorrow and joy;
the boundless universe
There are a few hearts that are reluctant to let you go.
To be concerned is a kind of happiness,