Perhaps, life should be very beautiful. It's just that people have too many cumbersome worries that constrain themselves, and also constrain their originally beautiful mood.
Maybe, love should be very simple. It's just that the unclear mood and unclear life have consumed the desire for simple love.
It makes the originally beautiful life so tight that it can't breathe, and makes the originally simple love entangled and complicated.
Is this people's sadness, or is it a sign of people's cowardice?
Such simplicity seems to be a matter of course, but it is the easiest mood to get lost.
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