At the age of 26, I learned one thing: no complaining, no talking, no explaining.
But in the end, I found that I care so much about them. Even though they never really care whether I am happy or not, they never ask me what you want. They are still the whole of my life.
Its just that this place really doesnt love me.
These worldly sophistication has made me die in a certain spring, that cherry blossom season.
But I want to live, because it is a great thing, great enough, once I can imagine the future of life and my disrespectful, unfilial betrayal, and change into what I expect, I will be excited all night insomnia.
And, 20 years later, they are my living map, so real in front of me.
I still want to escape. If I cant, there wont be much left in the world.
Tao follows nature, everything goes with fate, fate or fate. There is always unbearable lightness and heaviness in life.
There are always people who dont care so much about you, but you have to treat them well for a lifetime.
So I often think that what I should be satisfied with is that everything I have is stolen and is a special reward.
Thank you for all the gifts of life to me, good and bad, are rewards and punishments for the right to breathe.
In this way, it will no longer feel how bitter the bitter, but sweet is so sweet.
My world, after all, is still too small, a little mood swings, can make me feel so. i m sorry!