My world is broken, and it is difficult to meet all expectations.
I can only face it silently, and all my daydreams are destroyed in paleness and powerlessness.
The tears I see are all sadness that I can't hide in my heart and spill into the future.
Understanding, like a beautiful myth, is becoming rarer and more precious.
Complaints are pouring down like rain, which is hard to deal with and face.
How many blows a person's soul can bear may be a misunderstanding of many people.
Enough to make a proud head droop, and it will make a person's future uncomfortable.
Self-confidence brought by persistent optimism gradually turns into running water and evaporates.
A friend is like a handful of dry wood, only ashes remain after burning.
Really feeling the scarcity of friendship will make people suffocate and feel gloomy.
Friendship has been defeated by money, and the accumulated friendship can't stand the baptism of a banquet.
I don't know what to do with it. Maybe it's not just the mood that is cruel.
There is also the decline of family ties, the downturn of friendship and the deterioration of love.
What is lost in the pursuit can never be pursued, and it is a pity to lose it.
Material pursuit may also be a debt, and spiritual lack may be a disaster.
Let everyone keep the last morality in their hearts, which may be the bottom line of harmony.
Give everyone a chance to cry, maybe tomorrow's peace.
Leave the last chance to those who repent and let them feel the value of tolerance.
Let all people be full of love, and I will be comfortable.