One man's loneliness, two people's fault.
The years passed like this, and the year passed a lonely year.
Don't get married, right? Sorry parents.
Get married, right? Sorry for myself.
Get married, right? I am also afraid of the little three cutting off the beard.
Second marriage, right? I was afraid that my ex-wife would get in the way. Finally, the previous achievements were abandoned!
This day and earth can not finish the heart [cover your face]