Life is like a maze. Those who come out will see through the world of mortals. Those who cannot come out will end up wandering.
Because seeing through is a kind of harm to oneself, and deceiving is irresponsible to oneself. The contradictions are intertwined to form a complex psychology.
Because of her kindness, she filtered out this kind of harm and created her own happiness foolishly. Because of her satisfaction, she abandoned this kind of deception and simply enjoyed her life.
It's not that I'm ignorant or stupid, it's just that the reality is too cruel.
Her name is May, and it happened to be May when I met her. Is it a coincidence or fate? At that time, the floral fragrance of jasmine came to my nose, just like her purity and beauty. The sky in May was as blue as a gem, the wind in May dispersed the fragrance of the flowers, and the alleys in May were still full of secrets.
Destiny will not stop here. No matter how your thoughts work, no matter how insulted and unfair you are, the ending will not change. Because the hand of God has stopped counting and writing, the final scenery of life appears on the paper.