No one is anyone's who, beloved, forever, there is an end, it is enough to have loved, don't ask for extravagance.

The smell of snow in the air, beloved, have you tasted it? Missing makes me hurt, it hurts so happily, it hurts so happily.

"The life is in dire straits, I don't have time to think about you in detail, ah! The helplessness of the cheeks slipping, the feeling of helplessness, leaving a lonely work back, every day and not making any money. 」

How many people are earning a penny of money, the years are ruthless, the luck is very no, there is still wind outside the window, success is still far away, what is the result and the end, I don't know, I only know the life without money, the days.

How much money should you have? How can you get more? These many bitter songs of life, these many sorrowful sorrows, in order to repay whose money, is it yourself? Or is it the need of life, you need to survive, you need to live! Turn into a warrior of grief and indignation, blazing with overcoming thorns and thorns.

How can I pity you?

"Someone once said, 'A woman's happiness is 'he really loves me,' and a man's happiness is 'she deserves my love,' but happiness is so simple that we don't believe it!"

Flawless heart, the slightest affection, sometimes fall into the love that you can't extricate yourself, have you ever been lonely when you are lonely? Have you been living in a competitive world? When can you be freed?

Life is a shackle, survival is a cage, the author must go to class on September 10, 11, 12, very boring class, the above stipulates that all real estate agency workers must pay for classes every few years, shameful and ridiculous regulations, waste of life and time, ridiculous!

There are people who come and go, which is one of the reasons why Wang Feng doesn't care about human beings very much.

I am listening to Karen Mok's "Without You" composer: Zuo An'an, lyrics: Li Zhuoxiong

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Hey, I miss you so much. Now it's raining outside the window again, my eyes are dry, and I want to cry, I don't know where you are now?

I really miss you, too much affection, no proper expression, where do I start with what I want to say the most?

If there is no you, there is no past, I will not be sad, but if there is, I still have to love you, if there is no you, where am I and what is the pity, anyway, it is too late, anyway, there is no self.

I really miss you, I don't know where you are right now?" (To be continued......)