Day after day, year after year, life after life.
Life always flies away silently, invisible, but full of your head, lingering, and occasionally there will be completely lost years, but that is no longer important.
The beginning of life doomed him to an end.
If you can get by, it is called a day, and if you can't get by, it is called a trouble.
When you open your hands and delusionally try to exert your ambitions, exert your talents, and show your own strength, you will find that real life is full of ups and downs, constantly hindering your way forward, in fact, the biggest obstacle is still plagued by money.
Man is not the product of this "custom", life is the failure of this product.
How many times have I thought about "once", and every step I took has laid the foundation for my lonely life. No way, or blocked by "vulgar"! An attempt was made to cross a hill, but there was a mountain range in front of it. Reach out and try to grab the blue sky, wave your sleeves, try to stir up the clouds, close your eyes, want to feel the blow of the storm, but, eventually, you will open your eyes and find reality or reality, dreams or dreams, "secular" or "secular".
