Life is like a play, relentless years; chanafanghua, Confidante easy old. Life is fleeting, life is too fragile, too, perhaps in a moment, is quietly away , began life rest, the final destination ofMaggie Beauty好唔好life is always death, when we sleep at that moment, the play is over. More like a ball field, meet people, the story, in the moment Ashes To Ashes soul. Poly lively and noisy, scattered when the lonely and desolate, is merciless life. On the big stage, renzouchaliang.
Everyone is the life of the protagonist, the people around me are supporting, tragedy. Comedy. Farce. Even oneself also will not have the right to decide, the end will be determined by the director, but our director who is? Is it fate? Or God?...... We're just trying to deduce their own, doMaggie Beauty好唔好myself protagonist on the stage of life. No one can predict the process and all the circumstances. I hope in the face of life we have: would rather hold fragrant vine old, not with the yellow autumn wind firmness and persistence.
Life is a mystery, a deep mystery. When we lifted his foot taken this step, what next, or how, we can not predict. Let us use the truth to interpret their own, do myself protagonist. When should laugh to laugh, just time to cry racily; the love is love. Hate it, the pain penetratingMaggie Beauty好唔好heart to hate. Let us in the years of wind snow and rain, easy Enron walking the red. To see a material, the gains and losses. The dispute, see.
Unmoved either by gain or loss of leisure, see pretrial blossom; fate not, looking at the sky yunjuanyunshu.
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