When the water flows away, the geese do not return, and the green hills in the painting are dotted with cold green; the strings twist and turn, and the white jade is broken, not to mention, the cold crow passes by and dreams come back at night.
Do you think everyone's life is worthless in your eyes?
No, that's not the case.
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It turns out that this world is... Nothing more, life is like this, even though I have no choice, I still have to go against the will.
The root of the problem lies in the dissatisfied hearts.