Red desire?
It's like a hot summer in May.
The wind didn't bring me and our coastal city joy, blue joy.
Tianjin.
oppositely
The wall of material desires makes people out of control.
It's like everyone broke into the heat together.
This is the feeling.
Everybody hit the wall together.
I know very well that I am not the only one on this road. They are all heading for another destination.
It's different from mine.
I'm still looking at the footprints behind me to prove if I'm alone.
Is there a problem?
Sometimes I feel like the second hand in my watch.
Mediocrity, blind progress, spinning in circles,
Finally, people pay attention to the other two.
This is not surprising.
Do they care how the second hand feels?
Is it okay?
Because they are also looking for themselves in the same endless desert.
We are not really human beings who lack ideals.
In fact, it is the magic of time that makes dreams taste bad.
When you continue to improve your pace in the future,
When you look back, you see that there are more people along the track you have traveled, stepping on the same pace as you and taking the same rhythm.
Wave after wave.
We and I always set up one stop after another on our fast lane.
It always reminds me that when we are about to forget to walk, there is an end.
It's not far ahead
When we cross countless next terminals again,
All the routes meet,
It explains an experience,
I call it "life".
Once again, I took pains to comfort the injured people with the same topic.
Persuade?
Because they keep me quiet,
Let me be myself firmly.
We sometimes find ourselves wandering in the same place for a long time.
That's just us enjoying the scenery.
We left a lot of good memories for ourselves,
We can't change the direction of the flood,
But we can stop and have a rest by ourselves.
however
Sometimes the power of rapids is devastating,
Crush you into sand,
So,
Just quietly watching myself clean up the mess,
Stand up where you are,
Get back on the road.
We always make ourselves a bright spot.
Never afraid to point a cold gun at you,
Actually, that was written to ourselves before we left.
In fact,
There is no need to obey the rules.