Life is like a cup of boiled water, which goes from dull to heated to boiling, cools, and gradually becomes dull.
A brilliant and magnificent life is nurtured in the ordinary.
A relic makes the beautiful woman fall into the entanglement of love and hate. The temptation of money, the sweetness of love, whether it is false love or pretense, the wind passes without a trace.
What is true and what is false cannot be noticed.
It passed by in a flash, leaving only a drop of salty tears falling in the wind
Suddenly looking back, only in the light