The Buddha said that everyone has seven kinds of suffering, but everyone is different. Birth, old age, illness, death, hatred and resentment, parting from love, and failure to seek. A person is sitting in a corner of the city, thinking a lot, recalling what has happened and experienced over the years, as if a century has passed, but in the end he is still the only one left wandering in the city. In ten years, there are so many things that can be changed. I know I can't change the outcome, but I still want to try again and again. Looking at my friends around me, I can't help but lament that there are too many things that we can't help but gather and separate. Why don't we want to be like ordinary people and have a complete happiness, but in the end it is just a luxury hope.
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