A person, a dream, wake up and loses, understands the harvest, the only years, the only failure, makes inner pain and life loses soul, how much truth becomes the demand of human nature, how many mistakes become the extravagant desire of desire, ride the wind alone, and dream thousands of miles away.

Qin destroyed the six kingdoms because of their strength. People know one's mind. That's because of loss. Don't wait until they lose to understand. Don't wait until they meet to see through it. How much loss comes from the failure of confidence, how much unique it comes from the ignorance of mood.

Destiny is a miracle, also a kind of sadness, a lot of coldness, sad scenery, a soul's reply, a missed dream of the past, a person, or a kind of understanding, is it a dream to wake up from a dream, or a separation from a person, how many difficulties, how many fates, what kind of ending, is just the only thing in life, the lost truth.

Looking back on the beautiful mistakes, I feel the pain of a thousand years, the understanding of a person, the coldness of a person, the scenery of a person, the unwillingness of a person, is the inability to let go, and is also the departure of life. After years of separation, I have no choice but to understand it from now on, and tears of sadness.

Life is helpless, a person is still a story or a story of grievance. There are always too many grievances, whether it is a difficulty, tears, regrets, or past events. What cannot be erased is memory. What you think of is standing by, indifferent, silent, and helpless fate.

The world of ups and downs, a belief, a understanding, a sadness of life, looking back at the beauty of time, how many illusions of life, waiting for someone’s belief, waiting for someone’s compromise, loneliness of your own heart, and sadness of your whole world.

Right and wrong, right and wrong, the ups and downs you believe in, life is impermanent, and the incompleteness of your invisible talents. Such comfort means no longer disturbing, one’s beliefs, one’s comfort, looking back on the mistakes of time, people are still people, just missing the past, losing their innocence, and having a haggard face.

The better the scenery is, the more beautiful the human relationship is, the more serious the loss is, and the more regrets the sadness is. Thinking of this way is just a season of gratitude. I can’t tell the difficulties of the past and can’t see through the scenery of the past.

The night rain withered, how much youth in life, how much sadness in indifference, the story is always so wronged, the play is always so unintentional, the indifferent understanding of a person, hurting a person's prosperity, and being destined to be indifferent to the sea of ​​people, but the boy parted and never see him again.

It is impossible to have no regrets in life. How many innocent things have become regrets, how many losses have become difficult to remember. Looking back is a kind of hurt, thinking about it is a kind of dependence, the only mistake, missing the past without understanding, losing the youth of the past, alone, leaving the past with the past.

I always want to give others a chance, but whoever gives me a chance? I have no choice but to give up many things and can’t do anything. If I can’t stick to it, just take a detour. After all, I accept the suffering yourself and take responsibility yourself. Don’t explain. Don’t worry, others will be better than you. I’ve lost it all the way, so there is no need to feel sorry for you.

Love means protecting oneself in an era of powerlessness, and love means that someone will never leave oneself in a lonely and helpless world. If love is true, please don’t worry about leaving. If love is false, why bother to think and ask more questions?

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