The solitary smoke is straight in the vast desert, and the red dust is easy to get cold in the water.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It took me this whole life to realize that everything in this world cannot be decided by you and me.
Love and hate, desire and abandonment, lingering affection, suspicion and jealousy, fighting for fame and fortune, parting through life and death...
The world is as exciting as a whirlpool, but it repeats like reincarnation...
Those things that don't want to happen, those who don't want to be wronged, can't control it after all, and they still bear the pain of losing it.
The trick of fate makes you and I unable to fight, but if we only remember the initial beauty, then the ending will no longer be important.
Is love a stubborn struggle? So why was it that when she tried her best to regain her freedom, he no longer loved her?
Is love a kind of overbearing possession? But why did she have nothing to look forward to when he took her to him against everyone's wishes?