Have an agreement with fate, be your own god

Have an agreement with fate, be your own god

The eagle and fate have an agreement: be your own god. Then spread the wings and fly, fight in the air, and feel the vastness of the sky.
There is an agreement between fate and destiny: be your own god. So I leaped and leaped, galloping in the wilderness, and enjoying the vastness of the land.
There is an agreement between fish and fate: be your own god. So I struggled to swim and indulge in the rivers and rivers, and taste the vastness of the sea.
The ripples of the years, the memory of life will last forever. Destiny, like a star-studded star falling blue waves, sultry. So, I silently dreamed of it.
Years are full of anger, life spit a light. Destiny, just like only the beautiful elves wandering Yaochi, touching the heart. So, I deeply took the lead.
Gently open the threshold of memory, slowly flip through the collection of history, make a flash of lightning, the dance of the blast:
Destiny carved the flower into an intoxicating smile, attracting a confused heart. However, the supreme beauty of the Li Tang dynasty is willing to be his own god, writing eternal with the years: Wu Mei Niang, who is like a foreigner, dares to challenge the world of men, and peony is Luoyang.
Destiny smashed the holy water into crystal tears, and brought up all kinds of unreasonable sentiments. However, the Xiaoxiang scorpion who was sent to the No. 1 gate of the giants was willing to be his own god, and to use his life to interpret immortality: just like the fairy tales of the fairy tales in the cloud, they resisted the feudal ethics, and the marriage was the predecessor.
The reason why Wu Mei Niang and Lin Daiyu are able to stand alone is probably because they all understand that fate must be created by oneself, and life must be decorated by oneself. Only by being your own god can you have the opportunity to shine and rejuvenate the most essential warmth of life and the most brilliant brilliance of life.
Destiny is my carrier, and I am the soul of fate. Perhaps, when the fate slipped past the tip of the pen, I would blame the father for obsessing with it and never give up. Because, I have an agreement with fate: be your own god.
Reminiscing from the shoulders, quietly flowing, with the wind; the soul is free to fly and fly with the clouds. Quiet and calmly embark on the road of life that is also true and illusory, I really hope that this agreement can be eternal...