life

Life wants a scene that can't be played endlessly, drifting in the river without end, never reaching the end, like a helpless "orphan", I don't know where to go. I, a helpless "orphan", a pessimist who can't talk, I can't find where my end is in the river, where should I go. My life is mastered and mastered in the hands of others. Why can't I master my own life? Life is not as good as it is, and I am... The life of the "pessimist" is also pessimistic. How can I get to the other side of the island of "Happy Island", love and hate, eight The words illustrate life. The simple eight words, the complex eight words, the eight words that are difficult to think, the eight words that are overwhelmed. Love, scattered, crying, laughing, hate , bitter, sad ..... every thought, every movement, every tear, every smile, every pair of eyes, that bit by bit, I am,,,,, I don't know the meaning of life. I can't make up for my mistakes. I can't control my life. I can't predict the future. My mood is like a stone in a calm lake. I should go from , ,, ,,,

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