My misfortune is precisely that I lack the ability to refuse. I am afraid that once I refuse others, I will leave a rift in each other's hearts that will never heal.
Meeting is always unprepared. Parting is a long-planned thing. We should get used to the cold and heat around us and look down on those who are drifting away.
He came from the sea of people and only gave me an empty happiness. When you come with wind and rain, I have nowhere to hide. When you left, the seasons were chaotic and I was ill for a long time.
Today, I can't talk about happiness or misfortune Everything will pass. In the so-called "human world", the only thing I want to take as truth is this sentence.
My hell is on fire, and all beings are not qualified. The immortal has to take care of his life and smiled and said sorry to me.
Once someone asks me what I want, I don't want anything at that moment, no matter what. There can't be anything that makes me happy anyway. The idea flashed through my mind.
Despise each other, but interact with each other and be humble together. This is the true face of the so-called "friends" in the world.
I'm sorry I was born a man.