The cold-eyed world is so cold and cold, how can it be said that everything will always be restored. After a song is sung, it is especially graceful. Life is full of vicissitudes.
I am just a famous singer who sings songs. Whether it is a prince, a great Confucian scholar, or an emperor or a nobleman, I should just be a fleeting smoke in the drama. I have no choice but to have nowhere to go. The words are desolate. You finish singing and I will appear on the stage. I will not give up even if I am persistent. Who is such a good person?
PS: This picture was found online, please make it.
It's more difficult to get into the background than it is to write an article. It's not easy. The more I write, the more I feel that my writing is too bad. I don't know where it went from the sequelae of the daily update. I decided to stop for a while and read it. I'm sorry for letting you read half of it. One day I got out of the weird circle and I will update it. Now I feel like I can't stand anything I write.