Some love is like a paper kite with its string cut off, with a sad ending.
Some hatred is like a circle, and there is no end to the grievances.
My love was shattered by his ruthlessness; but his deep affection was severely shattered by my calculations. This world is like a strange circle, but it seems to have a certain destiny. Whoever is ruthless and who is affectionate cannot escape the clutches of fate. In the end, it was you who was chasing the dream that was no longer possible, and I forgot my crazy love for you.
Some people are born with the mark of hatred. A cold cry is just for a long-cherished wish that one knows that grievances cannot be repaid. Perhaps, God loves tossing so much. Don't give up until you die. And we, who are small, can only follow the path arranged by it.
He said he didn't believe in fate. He doesn't believe that anyone can dominate everything. He is destined to lose. He said that he was willing to defy heaven and give his biological mother a clear heart. He said that he would have to complete his mission even if he had to spend all his life.
In this world, the Skynet is sparse and sparse.
Whoever loves may not be too fair, and whoever hates may not be too fair either. Only grief is fair. Because grief is always there. However, he didn't believe it. He smiled coldly and said thrilling words: "My life is only my own business. I want you to have a worry-free life and a long and happy life! I will definitely give you the most happiness and joy in the world!"