How can there be no regrets in life. How can I hold back my tears when I think of the person I lost. How could it be possible to give up love in exchange for the road to an empress without being bleak and lonely. But all these can be endured, and only in the process of enduring can you taste the precious rich honey brew in the spiritual world.
That's why when the candlelight is slightly drunk, I can comprehend that the interaction between the eyes and the lips is a car wheel that has been run over by the self-esteem that is not leaking.
The cup in his hand swayed slightly, his teeth and lips fluttered, but he couldn't say a word of panic.
After all, one has to be conceited and grow old with age.
Only the flame of the tip of a pen can burn the shackles of a lonely soul.
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