[The following text reprinted
Single Discussion Forum] [Originally published] No regrets, I am walking away, I don't have the end of the world, in the clouds, you chase me, who is the end? When is there anyone? When will I become a river, Every step, the wind is hired, when is it, it is not as bleeding, everyone claims to be a hero, what is black and white? Is it unfair? Who will understand? What kind of knife is swords and shadows, put the wind and snow moon in the heart, no complaint, no regrets, I will walk my road. I don't have the end of the earth, but people are in the rivers and lakes, because I don't care, I don't want to complain, I will walk my way, don't have the end of the earth, in the wind, you chase my chasing, who is the end? Single People, just like the people of the rivers and lakes, we have no regrets, we have no regrets. But the same loneliness and pain, you can't care, especially in winter, people who are alone in the rivers and lakes, is a nightmare, dream, you cold, you need to warm, but what is it? Take the rivers and lakes, still There is no shortage of wind and snow, even if it is a moment, it is like a snow to send a charcoal, so that he is no longer lonely in the world. Now we have no regrets, we will leave our road, but in the future, you can't move, you I will feel that the road will be regretted. Because I have already got too much when I am young, I will not walk in the road now, the rivers and lakes finally, the male protagonist may always find a warm home, because the comedy is ending, but sometimes he is alone. Life, depression, maybe I didn't know that he was painful. No one knows him pain, because everyone envy his heavenly fairy-like chic, but I don't know if you look down on the low, tears are like the sky in the sky, they envy his superb Martial arts, I don't know how to pull the sword, I have broken the intestines, I have broken the intestine, the shackles; Maybe, you hold the long sword, sing loudly: no regrets, I will walk my road, don't walk Do your way, how do you chase me in the red dust? How to end? When you bleed is not as tears, everyone claims to be a waves, what is true, love, hate, who is understanding, afraid of what is painful, the wind flower snow is staying in the heart In the red dust, you chase me, love and hate, who is ending?
