fate

Destiny is a fan of no one. What happens in the next second, no one can predict. He played us in the palm of the hand, but no one can compete with him. Perhaps the fate of everyone is born to be arranged by God. We can't change and can't break free. But it is so helpless, only quiet as duckweed hides under the quiet night sky, lonely and lonely, counting one after another, awkward stars, looking forward to the next second of destiny, watching us now The scenery that I dare not move forward, not willing to retreat. We stop and go on the road of life, sometimes we lose the direction we really want to go.

We will be scared and confused, because the road ahead is still far and far away, and there may be a lot of involvement; because the life of the latter is still unknown. The time I couldn't stay was rushing away in front of my eyes, but I couldn't catch its small tail. So, if you can't change it, find a way that suits you better, and live well.

In the future, let it be fate.

Third day: Xinqing 520