The gray hair and sad flowers are falling, and the youth and high spirits are all yesterday.
In front of time and space, we are as small as a speck of dust and can only do nothing.
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"It's ridiculous. They worship the gods every day, but when have the gods ever given them gifts?"
"Sometimes it's not that the gods don't see, but that there's nothing the gods can do."
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"Many years from now, I will definitely become a god worshiped by thousands of people!"
"I never lie."
In fact, he is already a god respected by thousands of people.
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"There are thousands of uncertainties, so why should you commit suicide? There are many people who are struggling to survive."
"Maybe life is too hard and I want to leave."
"I have seen someone like you, and you are as stupid as she is. You can't persuade her."
Being kind-hearted is the best reward for this world.
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"Is this the affection you are talking about?"
"It's just lovesickness."
The fallen leaves are flying, the autumn wind is rustling, the fallen leaves are ruthless, and they fall into mud, leaving not even a trace.
"Stop struggling. No matter how powerful you were when you were alive, you will be nothing when you die."
Remarks:
1. Unorthodox fast-travel writing method, written purely based on personal ideas.
2. It's not a sweet article, it's a be. If you don't like it, don't criticize it.
3. Because the author's writing is not good, he can't be abused even if he should be abused.
Intention: Watch the prosperity of others disappear, and save yourself from a dream.
