The river of time has not crossed the floor again. We build a narrower layer upwards, and there are fewer and fewer places to stand.
We are the sunset of the times, and we do not want to rush to go and continue to fish quietly.
Thick skin is the perseverance of life, or the vicissitudes of life.
We live as a tower in time. The tower is filled with stories one after another. After the
story is told, the remaining storytellers stand. tower top.
It's time to say goodbye to these stories, see who it is, come with us to the end, and see what the story was like when it started.
What is there to hesitate! Time, it takes nothing but life.
Finally, let's clink glasses with life and listen to her wonderful voice
- it's the sound of a full house of wives and children, it's the sound of a baby croaking, it's the heartbeat of a first date, it's a carefree sound The playful voice, and, the one who tells the whole story with you.
What is there to be persistent about? This is the most beautiful movement that sounds at a funeral.
Let death be the only ending, and let time pass the spire of life.
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