Fool, whether rub shoulders or indulgence, either watch or betray, to meet in the deepest in the world of mortals, love, itself is a kind of happiness, is always better than never be empty and desolate. Parting is providence, to ask why rob is the edge? The highest state of love is wine to drunk, half-open flowers to, is not just lose. Because can not match, it lets the human think constantly of, indulge in pleasures without stop.
傻瓜，生命中，似乎总有一种承受不住的痛。有些遗憾，注定了要背负一辈子。生命中，总有一些精美的情感瓷器在我们身边跌碎，然而那裂痕却留在了岁暮回首时的刹那。
Fool, in life, there always seems to be a kind of unbearable pain. Some regret, destined to bear a lifetime. In life, there are always some exquisite emotional porcelain in our side broken, but the cracks are left in the back of the moment.
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