You and I are both mortals, born in this world;
It is hard to run around all day long, and there is no leisure for a moment;
Since we are not immortals, we will inevitably have distracting thoughts;
Morality and justice are placed on both sides, and profit is in the middle.
How many men turn into beauty in anger;
How many birds in the same forest have become flying swallows;
< p>Life is so short, why love so hard?Who can you complain to when your lover is gone?
When did you see this world?
For people to change,
Having the face you dream of,
Does it count as having spring?
You and I are both mortal, born in this world;
It is hard to run around all day long, and there is no time to spare;
Since you are not an immortal, you will inevitably have distracting thoughts;
Put morality and justice on both sides, and put profit in the middle.
< p>How many men turn into beauty in anger;How many birds in the same forest have become flying swallows;
Life is so short, why love so hard,
< p>When your lover disappears, who can you complain to?When did you see it?
The world has changed for people,
Having the face you dream of ,
Is it considered to have spring?