This Life, Until Crying and Laughing to Understand...
These drifting kitchen smoke and romantic flower and snow, make people heartbroken and want to live; inebriated, pretending to be crazy; eventually, reborn and replaced? Until crying and laughing to understand, asking the blue sky, how many years of life, afraid of this going forward, suffering too much.
A cup of wine, the rest of life is not sad or happy? No fear of love and separation; along the way, galloping to ponder? A song of nostalgia into the river and mountains; in the oil umbrella, walked? Leisurely into dreams, but like yesterday.
Turning over those desolate pages, looking back, feels that the past years are a waste.
People leave, tea cools, missing the past. If life is only seen for the first time, what is autumn wind sorrowful painting fan? Gone beauty, can only leave memories.
This life, time flies by, comes and goes in a hurry, no longer want to be depressed and angry, only wish relatives to mutual tolerance.
This life, wind and rain, all for living, no longer want to squeeze and complain, wish friends to mutual understanding.
This life, spring and autumn, morning and evening, no longer want to be eternal, wish lovers to remember each other.
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This life, cold comes summer goes, hard-working, no longer want to be rich and powerful, wish this life peaceful and happy.
This life, sour sweet, bitter and spicy, mixed feelings, no longer want to live in poverty and hardship, wish everyone to live in peace and happiness.
This life, yin and yang, joy and sorrow, mixed, no longer want to be separated and died, wish each other to be quiet and good.
This life, bumpy and uneven, west mountain sunset, no longer want to compete for goodness and superiority, wish the rest of life peaceful and happy.
Memories are a bridge, but a bridge to loneliness. But those years, accompanied me crazy that group of crazy people, a lifetime can't forget.
The past is the past, the lost years, can't find back, those former smiles, will always not dissipate in the memory.
Once experienced the great sea and turbulent waves, except for not cloud. This feeling can be turned into reminiscence, just at that time already lost.
We often miss the past, because of innocence, because of happiness.
Perhaps, the most regret in life is to walk along with time, the end station has arrived, even the scenery along the way can't be recalled.
