The memory salvaged by years is torn apart, and the flowers bloom in the spring again, reclaiming, the bitterness of reincarnation,

Time is the core of memory, the fleeting time is the past, the passing scenery, I use tears to collect, not for sadness, just because every past is the only original creation. ——— Inscribing life is like a play, but it cannot be re-directed, and time is like a song, but it cannot be repeated.

Life Story “two”

Today’s life is really realistic, which makes people helpless and speechless. Opening your mouth and closing your mouth is money, money and money. Regardless of what you are doing, the first problem is the white silver. However, life is also like this. You see, why are corrupt officials greedy? Robbery why robbery? Prostitution why prostitution?