Love is a mysterious gift and a sacred fallacy. Losing and gaining are both a kind of beauty, and letting go and leaving are both a kind of faith.

Waiting is a season, letting go is a kind of health, gain and loss are all the concerns of life, separation and pain are all the respect, grievances and understandings of life, and are all the attitudes of life.

In life, how much favor is just a kind of inner bond. Sometimes separation, sometimes helplessness, sometimes loss, sometimes grievance, listening to beauty and loss is just a kind of respect and reason for life. In the end, life is helpless and contented.

Time shortens the beauty of life, and the years have rushed their hearts, quiet and peaceful, always inadvertent, always wronged, and many feelings are just an encouragement of fate and a peace of mind of time.

Time is silent, life is helpless, a kind of understanding is a kind of indifference in life, a kind of care is a kind of scenery in life, quietness is a pattern, and compassion is a kind of tenderness.

A cold heart has learned to respect others, a helpless wind, and a generous life. In the opposite world, there are always many grievances, helpless aging, and there are always many inadvertent intentions. It is the understanding of life and the uneasiness in the heart.

Life, a period of duckweed, a period of indifference, a period of tenderness, a period of concern, a period of coincidence, a number of relationships, and a number of trust in each other, in exchange for the fragility of life, is it a failure or a period of inadvertent life, just helplessness, just understanding.

The old world, the caring heart, the uneasiness, and the loss, is just a world of grievance, changing a person's destiny and pattern.

How much care about life, how much generosity is, a scene, a loss, a respect for life, is it ambiguity, or the order of life, the last part of youth, a piece of old memory.

Let go, everything is destined, leave, all fate is just a fixed number of life, with the colorful destiny, the quiet time, and the life cannot be let go, time is always hastily, and time is always unforgettable.

One minute, a memory of life, a second, a person's mood, a little understanding, becomes the inability to get life, and a little coldness, becomes the end of life, a dream is just a constraint of life.

Life is a kind of scheming, plus a lot of messy, invisible scenery, and unspeakable beauty. It is always so simple, always so prosperous, helplessly withered, and learned to be lonely.

A tenderness, a understanding, a life experience, a time when you wake up from a dream, how much helplessness, how much autumn wind is just a memory of life, a world of dreams, a person who is old, and a person who thinks about it.

The world is impermanent, life is indifferent, is it a hypocritical time, or helpless understanding, a hug of the breeze, a period of time, is it a dream of life, or is it a destruction of fate, it is just a season of life and a glorious life.
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