How long a life is and how short a second is, people always use countless ways to measure and calculate. A lifetime of glory can be annihilated in a second; a life of glory and wealth can be ruined in a second. . .
I cannot predict the countless days and nights in the future. I can only hold a glimmer of hope in my hands, whether it is for the future or for you.
What are the plants and trees, the love is still there.
There is always a certain obsession in a person's life that cannot be cut off.
Helpless, people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. . . (Dear friends, because some of the ideas in this article are not clear, it is related to the intersection of two time and space. If you are interested, you can go to my other pit (please close your eyes when killing people) to learn more)