When doing things, there are many things that are too late to say, many things that are too late to wait, and how much effort is just middle-aged and how much helpless it is just a matter of old age, just a past event, which wipes away the memories of life and leaves the final disappointment.

I remembered with respect, just a gentleness, a goodbye, and a heart-wrenching feeling. I understand life, but when I reach middle age, I can’t see it, and when I think of the past, I just have a bouquet of flowers blooming and falling, just a memory of memories.

A song ends with a person’s end, how many dreams are just a fate, how many waits are just a love, and memory wipes away the insights of life. Looking back on the bumpy indifference, just a missed nostalgia.

Memory is always careless, life is always wasted thousands of years. A feeling, a lot of care is wiped out, a lot of understanding is missing, a lot of sorting is missing, the dreamers, waiting people, and the stories I think of are just a care, just a nostalgia.

The heart of perception is just a wasted time in life, a helpless love is just an end of life, a lot of love is just a chance, intermittent reality, helpless indifference, and let go of many ups and downs, but never see each other again.

When people come and go, they understand, and when people go, they are just a tranquility, peace of life, helpless compassion, care and care, and losing a person's heart.

Why, how much care is just a person's past, wipe away the story of life, a sad dream for a lifetime, a feast, a scar, how many names of life are, just a cloud rolling and unfolding, a heart that cares about, a dream that looks back, a separate world, expressing a person's speed, is just a past event.

A person's goodness, a person's loss, and a little smile, just a passerby who cares about, a passerby who is willing to give up, a person's tenderness, and a smiling Bodhisattva.

Destined, a kind of watch, a kind of quiet, half a drop of peace, whether it is compassion or quiet, just respect and gentle smile, loss and insignificance, just a short stay.

A heart, a story, Buddhist chant, Bodhisattva's lamp, in a blink of an eye, it is a life, and when you let it go, it is a bright moon, like dawn and dusk, it is just a piece of care, just a note in life.

I have no time to miss it, waiting for a hug of sunset, and many chances, gatherings, just the indifference of longing, waiting for a prosperous life, waiting for a period of love, leaving a building empty, just a dream, breaking a thought, deep fate, shallow fate, accidental separation.

The story begins like this, the name ends like that, but the smile is still the same, which warms people's hearts and disperses prosperity. The care of lonely life, the wind blows and the moon sets, and the tea is cold when people walk away.

A person always has many grievances that cannot be said, a word, there are always many old people that cannot be compensated, many past events are just passing by, and many futures are just a snap of their fingers. How much care and how much understanding is in life? It is just that love is gone, life is understood, and people who miss the opposite.

Love is love, mood is mood, how much contentment in life, how much humility is lost, before and after others, it is just a kind of belief, language is just a kind of longing, and later, it is just a loss and one understands.

The person who misses, the lost heart, the separation of understanding, or the sunny reading, is just a bouquet of flowers in the sea of ​​people, a passing year, and never see again.
Chapter completed!