The fragrant sky covers the mortal bones
Love has no direction, hate is gradually lost
Who taught him to hand over the world and spend all his prosperity just for a peerless smile?
The more you love, the more fragile you become. Waiting for the light to be wasted and everything to end
It's just that in the face of fate, we all took the wrong direction at first.
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Everyone's pace may be fast or slow. We may still be on the same road, but we are no longer able to walk together.
I can't tell whether it's the slow one who leaves quickly, or the slow one who leaves quickly.
So. . Might as well pause.
Find the mentality of writing articles, and wait until I am no longer so busy.