I believe that the voice in my heart, that confused rhythm has told me, and I want to know the answer. jokes are jokes, and you really have to take responsibility for it. Serious means being serious. If you think you can be joked, you have to bear the consequences of being joked.
Tomorrow is tomorrow. We always regard tomorrow as today, so we keep repeating today and falling into today's cycle. There is no end tomorrow, but we will always have an ending, that is our today and the tomorrow of time.
There are so many things accumulated in my mind, can't I bear to throw them away? Or do we have long been unable to control our inner choices and let them be panicked and helpless in the face of time? Is it its willfulness, or is ours too laissez-faire.
If possible, I think many people are willing to go on like that heartlessly. Unfortunately, some things we have never controlled, and emotions are the same. Our emotional ability never allows us to do this, nor does it allow us to amplify such small thoughts. Later, we invented freedom and found comfort, and that so-called scattering passed away with the wind.
The balance of justice also has its undecisive judgment in the face of human feelings. In the end, not everything in the world must have a right or wrong, just as not all efforts must be rewarded. The balance will eventually tilt, and as for where it is biased, it is not something we can always decide.
Although rumors are like cold wind, even if they are biting, they can still be blocked. You underestimate our body's defense ability and the heart's ability to bear. To put it bluntly, when the cold wind enters your ears, perhaps half of the wind has already escaped. After all, what we can hear is what we want to hear, and those rumors are just gently caressing the ends of our hair.
