After the age of 45, I found that life was like this, there was no vigorous love and honey, and there was no life and death of the Sea Oath Mountain Alliance. After countless quarrels, I learned that behind every seemingly warm family was mostly a combination of forced smiles, and every middle-aged man had turned his life into a chicken feather.
Maybe this is life, admit it, the love is weak, the heart is dead, and the heart is at ease. For middle-aged people who are almost fifty years old, it is too pretentious to talk about love, and it is too early to talk about life and death, later
The heart is like stagnant water, slowly tormenting.
Have you seen through life too? Just like this, let's go by day by day, I don't want to miss it, I don't feel sad or happy.