Life, too short, too alive, too hard
Life is so short that some things are so short that we are old before we have time to do them.
Some people, before we have time to fall in love with each other, have left completely.
There are some roads that we can't walk before we even go.
Some dreams, just planned, were broken.
It's not that we don't try to achieve it, it's that we're old and powerless.
Life is short and energy is limited.
From the day we fell to the ground, one swing to the child, one swing to the youth, one swing to middle age, and then a shake into old age, and shake back and forth, we have shook a lifetime
In this life, people have unfinished things, unfinished work, tired people do not say, some grievances, not understood, some hearts, can not tell.
Because no one understands.
All my life, every morning, opening my eyes is doing things, closing my eyes, worrying, worrying, and coming.
Life is a lifetime, short and tired, desperate to earn money, money is always not enough to spend.
Working day and night, you can't say bitter when you're tired, you can't say you're tired when you're tired, and you have to hold on hard no matter how hard you are tired.
Because, no one can carry it for us, no one can rely on it, and everything can only rely on ourselves.
Earn more money, sleep unsteadily; can't earn money, live unsteadily, look like a mess, attract both white eyes and dislike.
It's hard to live for a lifetime. To experience both wind and rain, but also to taste bitterness,
Not for a moment, but day after day, year after year, until the day when you are no longer gasping for breath.